You can't appreciate the good days without the bad ones.
But what about the times that the good times aren't when they should be. I mean, some of my best times are with someone they're not supposed to be with.
I have a tendency of looking for something other then what I have. I seem to always think, eventually it'll be better, or, it will get better once.. happens.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like I might be finally letting go, finally living in the now. Finally able to live and feel, the way I need to.
I've been told, "it will take a while to get over this". And yet, seems like I'm being pushed to move on. Like what I'm doing isn't fast enough for what everyone else thinks I should be doing.