Thinking about the past, sometimes I feel like going back there. In my mind I make it better, I block out the negative and remember when we were carefree and happy and up all night. But then I look at the evidence; a letter, a photo, a saved text; and I realize how much better we are now. The time we shared together was a season wrought with pain and heartache and stifled growth; it was a time when we were all so unsure and were too afraid to say anything that mattered. But now we have separated and grown and had a chance to come into ourselves away from each other and we are so much happier. Even though it may not always seem like it, this is better.
Where we are going is so much better than what we left behind.
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