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.” =)