I’ve always been a nostalgic person. But the way how I look back now isn’t the same with how I looked back in my B.C. (yes, I am pertaining to my “before Christ” era) years.
Before I met Him, I liked revisiting and staying in my past. I strived to look forward everyday, but the pull of my memories and my longing to relive them is stronger than my hope for the future. Whenever I felt happy or excited, I always thought that that is going to be the “peak of my existence”. Immature thinking, I know. But that’s how I truly felt. So I tried to hold on to my experiences, exerting much effort not to taint my memories with new ones. I always feared that new things might just disappoint me.
But of course, He can’t bear to leave me like that. Read More