I'll break it down for you.
I'm finally admitting the truth. I miss my past. I remember
friends and I staying up until four in the morning spilling
our hearts out to each other. I remember that night precisely.
We became best friends that night. I remember being so
naive, thinking I could be in love already. Falling for someone
who didn't love me, but loved to lead me on. I remember
memories from 3 years back. I remember the good times
and the bad. It's strange how the good times make me
feel like something is missing now that things are
different, and looking back on the bad things made me
realize they helped me become who I am today. I can't
quite imagine everything anymore, because the memories
slowly fade away. I'll eventually forget them. Because that's
just life, and the thing about life is no matter how much
change, how many things are different now, no matter
how many memories, how many regrets, no matter what,
Life goes on.