I think I suffer from nostalgia like its some kind of disease.
So why let it fester?
I was going to post this huge long rant I wrote about how I wish things could be just as they used to between me and certain friend. I was so busy concentrating on all that I'd lost, that I didn't stop to look at everything I've gained. After I got past all my angst-filled grumbling, I wrote this. And this is the only part of everything I wrote that mattered.
The past is the past; it was beautiful, but so is the future. I need to not be so scared of it. So, Peter Pan, I'm sorry I had to grow up, but I'm glad we had what we did. It helped me so much. You're still an inspiration. But now it's a new chapter; maybe you'll come back into the storyline, maybe you won't. I just need to stop obsessing over it. And now, I can.