Past

Sometimes when you look over your sholder, for those past events that seemed huge at te time, they look rather small now. They still feel as they did once before, but you tend to forget the details, the things that surrounded them. You tend to minimise the screams, the hurt, the crying, the words.....but suddenly it comes all right back at you.

Sometimes I wished I had done things differently, but then I remember, why should I?

They were not small or insignificant. They ment what they ment for a reason, and the sum of all those little moments it's what has got me here, to where I am and to who I am.

So no, I will not forget, and yes, I will forgive myself.

Me