The hardest memories to manage are the good times we’ve had.
Because when times were good, they were the best.
with colors you could swim in;
with the taste of food and wine and your kisses lingering on my lips for days;
with our shared laughter echoing in my ears.
But soon, I am running on empty again, grasping at even the slightest bit of kindness;
willing myself to understand that you are just misunderstood;
blaming your past, blaming my past
to justify why we’re still together.
Soon, there won’t be enough good times to remember, and then, what will happen to us then?
*I wrote this while I was reading Colleen Hoover’s “It Ends With Us.” =)