Listening to old songs from different parts of my life is like looking through a scrapbook. Scenes from my life come back to life like a movie I fell asleep watching. I listen to the memories with mostly fondness. There is some sort of longing to go back there, though I know I can only be here. My time machine only moves forward.
I see old days of looking through pages. Living a life that I thought was just a shadow. Much like right now, I know that life is only here and now but I can't help but reflect on the past and ponder the future. What would life had been if I had said how I felt? Where would we be if I had apologized sooner? What if I had chosen my first choice instead of my second? What if I had stayed another year?
I cannot keep thinking like this. I'll drive myself mad if I do.
That's enough for now.
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