I think things have come to the point where I’ve done so much with my life that there’s just no coming back from it anymore.

I will long for different times of my life. So different, each time was different.

As the sun sets from my window, I can’t help but remember how beautiful everything was, even when it was all broken.

These are things that only I can understand.

These are things that you will scroll past, and forget about, and live without knowing about.

In a way, I envy you.

In a way, I pity you.

In a way, I pity myself.

In a way, I am thankful.

Because those experiences are mine and mine alone. No one will ever understand their full beauty aside from me. No matter how far away they may be, they will always have their place in my memories. It’s bittersweet. Something beautiful, wrapped in so much pain. Or maybe it’s pain wrapped in so much beauty. Whatever it is, I’d not have it any other way. I am glad that people came into my life and made it worthwhile. Even though I can never go back to those days, no matter how much it may hurt me, they will be mine until the end of time, knowing that even though things don’t last as we want them to, they were still there, at some point, and that’s got to count for something, right?

Maybe one day I will lose my mind. Right now I’ll lose myself in the sun’s goodbye.