They were bad times but they were good times.
I look back and it’s easy to say I’m glad it’s over. Cover it with a blanket and tuck it in. Good night part of my life, please never wake up.
But in the fog of what was, there were moments and there were people who were riding the same train as I. We shared words and secrets with such strength and connection it would make an adult blush at the vulnerability of it all.
We may not speak anymore, but I want you to know that you thinned the fog.