Have you ever gotten that feeling, right in the middle of life, that the door is shut on your past? That what happened a week, a month, a year ago is irrevocably gone? That no matter how hard you wish, no matter how hard you try, that part of life is gone forever?
Until now I’d never felt this way about my past, never felt the finality of knowing that a new chapter in my life has begun, and that the past chapters have been written, read, and closed. It’s kind of sad, you know? I miss the people who were a part of my life a few years ago, who are gone now. I never thought I’d say that about some of them, but there you have it. It really is true that you never fully value or love a person until they’re taken away from you – and that’s when you realize how much you loved them.
Sorry for the rather sad post. But I’ve been thinking about these things recently, especially since I’ll be eighteen tomorrow, and I just wanted to share that with you all. What are your thoughts? Have you ever felt like that before?
*And I just have to say it – ♬♫I am seventeen going on eighteen!♫♬*