It was a better time that simply could not last forever. Our worlds had too much changing to do. Now we exist in my memory as a reminder that such a connection is possible for me to have.
I know that I continue to miss that time in my life, those feelings of being seen and belonging, that connection—and not that specific person. the people we both were are long gone. but I don’t know why it still hurts.
I mean there’s a 99.9% chance I would have blown it anyway. I simply had too much growing up to do. And now that the growing up has finally been happening, I only have myself to be mad at that it didn’t happen sooner.