This weeks @bloghomework really struck a chord with me. The past has always seemed like a foreign country, distant, unreachable, as the years roll on I've been increasingly nostalgic longing to repeat my 20's to experience it again, to be young and wreckless but no amount of wishing will you give you a time machine. time pushes forward, you get older.
I feel like a big chunk of my 20's was taken from me, I was in mourning and my 'real life' seemed to be suspended, I didn't party and make poor decisions and random hook ups and late nights, I healed and when I think back, I do want those years but this is where the question becomes impossible. Would I go back and change meeting him and spare myself an aching heart beyond comprehension, never, he was worth every lonely night and tears that could have probably filled an ocean. So I guess if I think about it, I wouldn't change anything, the past is there for a reason, the mistakes, the pain, the lessons. What comes out on the other side is what really matters.
Sure I've got a ton of regrets but I guess they are just part of me now.
Also, I think I'm Snape.
