Being a teen is past for me. Worrying about the world and my place in it is not.
Forgetting lets you live without the pain for a moment but remembering hits hard.
Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?
It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.
We could have been happy. I know that, and it is perhaps the hardest thing to know.
And I laugh at myself for thinking I could touch the sky.