It's strange how you can look at old photos and see yourself and realize you're not that person anymore. And maybe you're not even sure who that person was. There was a story surrounding that person, but what about it was real?
I'm feeling nostalgic today. Teary. I'm missing people. But as I look through my old photos I realize I don't know these people anymore. I know the story we had together at the time, but I don't know who they are anymore. Did I ever really know them at all?
Some of them I wish I could see again. Really, I just wish I could be in their space and be quiet with them. Hold them. Love them. Be present with them. Be me being me being with them.
Sigh, there are no more words.