I’ve gained the courage to finally accept that no matter how hard I try to, there will always be a part of me that longs for the past to happen all over again. I must say, I’ve moved from whatever happened, but somehow I still care about you in a way that I never have to anybody else. I guess it’s always going to be a part of me to feel that way. And you’re always going to be a part of my past, I can’t lie to myself and deny what I obviously feel. Sometimes I do miss those times, sometimes I wished it never happened. But I believe the things that happened in life happens for a reason. Whether it’s good or bad, it is always been given to bring the best of us in the end. As they say, you never really stop loving somebody, you just learn to live without them. I guess I never appreciated those moments until becomes a memory that I can only look back to and do nothing about.