Deep inside I feel that I wouldn’t be who I am without the good, bad and ugly of my past. But I have now figured out what happened with my 13 year old wound and I’m beating myself up over it… losing sleep. Thinking of not much else. I was so confused for so long and over the past few years, I’ve thought about what happened.. and how I contributed. And, now that I’ve been able to talk to him, after 13 years, I know that I am correct in my contributions.. and I feel so … I don’t even know. I want to go back in time and relive the fun, but I know I can’t. And things have changed so much in both of our lives, but I know that we’re both still the same people as we were way back when.. and what if we could keep it together?
I have to stop thinking.. what if? But, how? Redirect my thoughts. I know the answers.. I just don’t know how to get there. Damn.
