Oh.

I can't believe how much time has passed. Sometimes i wonder when everything changed. Who we were, who we are, who we will be. The past is the past and what happened there will never change. At some point in time we meant something great to one another. You experience things with certain people and you just assume at the time that nothing will change, but life doesn't work that way, does it? Maybe that's a good thing. I'll always think about the people I've lost, but I don't dwell. There's no point in that. It's getting late, but the thoughts don't stray.

"Glad for what we've got, done with what we've lost, our whole lives laid out, right in front of us."