A chance meeting brought me face to face literally with my past. It was a nostalgic one. I was transported through a series of flashbacks. But, it was not something that I totally enjoyed. I do not particularly relish being reminded of what I did in the past; I was not really proud of them. I'd rather people not rake it up. I had them buried deep. It was not easy. Things have happened in my life. I am not the person they saw back then. I hate to hear them say that they know me. They don't. They don't know what they are saying. I am happy with life now; the friends I have. I don't need them to come back and distort this happiness I've achieved. I have had enough. AndarieL @ MemorY LanE |
