Found a box of my old stuff.
Must have sat in that box for several years.
A couple of pictures,
Some old jewelry I might be able to wear again.
Then I stumbled through an old journal and read for hours.
I was suddenly back in time.
As I read, it reminded me of my youth
Reminiscing all that I had gone through as a teenager.
There were times where there was nothing but pure enjoyment
And others that were just unbearable.
I began to wonder how I made it through those years,
Yet I know situations were exaggerated, being so young.
There was the boyfriend.
Endless pages of how much I hated him,
Then loved him,
Then hated him again.
After 2 years of this love-hate relationship,
He left me.
And there were pages and pages filled
With loneliness, anger, confusion, and dried up tears.
My journal explained every emotion driven in me.
That was so long ago,
Yet I could still feel those feelings.
These days it seemed I was in the same situation,
Alone.
I was then interested on how I moved on.
So I read on about all the boys I started dating
Just to try to forget about him.
When things didn’t work out,
It came down to comparing them to him.
There were days I went out,
and I thought about him constantly
wishing he was right beside me
Or that I’d suddenly bump into him where ever I was at.
As the years went by,
I could tell how much I matured
in my writing, my language...except one thing.
The way I loved someone.
What better way to learn from your mistakes
Than to be reminded of your past?
