It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.
Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.
It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.
Every minute you spend with someone gives them a part of your life and takes part of theirs.
Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.
I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.