Bittersweet Memories.

Looking back on memory lane is like reading the story of someone else's life, another couple's romance.

It's super strange to have to explain, but instead of feeling sadness of it being over, I'm feeling happy - almost elated (not that it's over, but because I experienced it).  With the state I've been in over the past week or so, I'm sure most people would say that reading over old conversations or exchanged letters is a terrible idea.  I must admit, that a few months ago, even a few weeks ago, I would agree.  Something's changed in me, though.  I can't really explain it, but looking back at those written exchanges elicited a different range of emotions today.  I'm still disappointed that it's over, but I have a new found appreciation for all the good times; I've been reminded of happier times and it's made me smile which is more than what I could have hoped for during this phase of my life.  I'm happy because it happened.

I'm happy because I know what it was like to be in love and to be loved in return and this gives me hope for the future.  I'll feel that way again.  I don't know when and I don't know who, but at least I know for now that I'll find love again - or maybe it'll find me.  In any case, this is the most genuinely happy that I've felt in months.

I don't know what it is, but hopefully this acceptance and contentment stick around.

(Short and sweet today.)