Grief

And there you were again and there I was again. But everything had changed now we were no longer those kids. Not the ones we had been at 13 or 17 even 20. We were all grown up reaching adulthood.

Saying Happy Birthday at 25. Instead of asking do you want to marry me? Like we once had promised. There was some kind of grief attached to it all those promises.

All those things we said we would do that we never got to. There was a quiet nostalgia looking back on that night knowing we couldn’t have it back. We couldn’t rewind time. It simply had slipped away from our hands.