I recognize that I hold onto the past more than I should, and it sucks that there's still some part of me clinging to those memories. Letting go is a part of life, and I have to accept that. When am I going to have that moment, where I realize it's gone, those precious moments slipped through my fingers? I can never go back there, no one is there. It's all just faint memories stuck in my mind, waiting to surface at the most inopportune time. Sweet though they are...I have to let go. There's an art in just accepting that I'll never be able to return to those moments, not in the way I want to and that's ok.