I forget so much. I try to write to retain some of my experiences. Sometimes it hurts to look back. Maybe somethings should be left out.
I read the letter again today. I guess I forgot what it really said. It still aches to think about, but I've gotten much better. There are just so many "what ifs" that I can't help but thinking about.
What if I had never left Illinois. I'd be amazing at soccer. I would've had more luck with girls growing up. I wouldn't be as shy. Maybe everyone else would be happier.
I wouldn't missed a lot. Still, I find it hard to believe it wouldn't have been better.
Published: June 12, 2010
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