I had a great weekend, spent with friends of course. The weather was great which helped out quite a bit. We did lots of fun stuff and even though Sunday evening brought along those good old melancholic feelings I ended up feeling quite calm. Refreshing. Spontaneous evening out Saturday night. Haha, those are always the best nights out.
I think it’s time now. To let the past be the past. Let memories be memories. Letting her go. Clinging onto memories, and old stubborn love, as if they would materialize anew isn’t good. For me, for anyone. Trying to sort stuff out won’t work either. This isn’t something to be sorted out. I’ll just admit to falling short for that person, for you. I don’t know if that was because I was immature or not good enough, or if I wasn’t the person for you… does it really matter? I just know that I can’t dwell on it anymore. Won’t change the past. Too bad about the shitstorm..
You’ve moved on. You are happy. It hurts having someone take your place, but it gladdens me at the same time. I know the pain I caused you will fade away with time. It’s time for me to move on, and be happy. 100% this time. Memories and old love won’t disappear despite not taking up your entire life. You hear that, Michael? Good.
Take care y’all, and have these songs and a couple of snapshots from my life. It’s not as bad as it sounds, promise.