Looking back, I feel indifferent...everyone seems to have experienced love. For some reason I doubt its existence in my life. I have felt strongly for a few people in my life, but has it really been love? I'm wondering that tonight because love shouldn't be forgotten. Especially your first, but in a few years I'm not gonna remember any of you and it makes me worry about how I "love". Do I...do I love people? I would like to say so, but I've gotten so good at forgetting. If I deem it not worth remembering or just replace it with some useless bit of information was it really love? I am starting to think that it isn't. I could always tell myself to remember those people, but I don't think I should have to tell myself to remember.
Lovely little late night talks always get me thinking...especially when the past is brought up.
Avoiding it is far from effortless, but so very important...to me that is.
It was nice though...I need a reason to remember sometimes.
Lovely little late night talks always get me thinking...especially when the past is brought up.
Avoiding it is far from effortless, but so very important...to me that is.
It was nice though...I need a reason to remember sometimes.
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