I like to go back and look at old pictures and read old posts or old messages with people. To remember what I’ve been through, to re-live the past. I do it often. Maybe too much, considering how often we are told to focus on the present or plan for the future. But it gives me a strange and calming satisfaction to do so. To see all the good times again and to know I’ve gotten past the bad.
When I do this I feel sad that a lot of my relationships aren’t the same. People I used to talk to every day, talk to me maybe once a year. People who used to come to me with their problems seek someone else’s help. I miss them. They have moved and changed, but I feel like I’m the same. And every time I look back, I have visions of rekindling what we had. And I try to remind people that we were once close.
Hopefully they remember just as well