What did I do all those years ago?
Who did I talk to?
Who did I love?
I can remember glimpses of a life that doesn’t feel like it was mine yet I know it was.
But it’s not enough to remember glimpses.
I want to remember what I did.
But my memories are gone and they are not coming back.
I don’t know if I can forgive myself for letter me forget,
For mistreating my body and my mind to the point I can’t ever remember who I once was.
I wish I could go back to when it all started, to when I was still young and innocent.
I would do everything differently.
The truth is that I regret my life know but given the chance to go back in time I wouldn’t live it any other way.
Even though I’m sitting here, many years later, wishing I could remember what I did.
Who I was.
I wouldn’t have lived any other way.
I may regret my life.
But I wouldn’t have wanted to live it any other way.
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