Chronicles Of Me
Gone, But Not Forgotten
Dear Past,
You popped into my head again this morning, with that self-confident, charismatic grin, the one selling second chances and what-if's. The carefree moments of my childhood, and the promise of what would be.
But I refuse to surrender to the urge of giving in to you today. You had your shot. That was yesterday, and yesterday is gone. Past.
Sure, the memories are golden and sweet. The ones that I've kept guarded, protected from the worries of today. Forever molded into the better part of my head. But you were only meant to be a steppingstone for my tomorrows, not kept on replay, replacing the potential new memories yet to be.
I tell myself it's not right that I miss out on today, dwelling in what was. You were such a big and wonderful part of my life.
No, I don't want to forget you or the ways you made me feel. I just can't continue to let your memories be my focus anymore. I need to use those memories of you to help me shape my future and ameliorate my present.
I hope you know that you are always welcome to visit my daydreams, or when I am reminiscing with those, I hold dear. I just ask you to please keep those instances separate from the daily tasks and memory building moments I am making today, for tomorrow.
I will forever hold you dear in my heart, using those moments we shared so long ago, to build ones I can leave behind for my children to cherish.
Thank you so much for the best days as of yet. I look forward to dwelling in your sunshine again one day.
Thanks for the memories!
With all my heart,
Boo
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Comments (7)
So well said! This is so relatable. I love this take on the challenge! 😍
A great reminder for us all, Kelli. Love it!
Excellent one Kelli❤️💯✨
Yes, such a wonderful take on the challenge and all so true. Awesome work :)
The past can be great, but you don't want to live there 😁
I love this one, Kelli! We all have a relationship with our past.
This is gorgeous, and so relatable. Well done, my friend.