I think of the good things in life, happy and fond memories. I’d also come to realize that a few of these happy memories tend to hurt.
There’s an ache in my heart and somewhere deep within in me I’m in pain. Deep nostalgic pain.
It hurts to think of friends who’ve migrated or I’m not in touch with anymore. I ache recalling the long phone calls and endless laughter over stupid things. It saddens me to remember the little sweet things we’d done together.
It’s all come to an end.
And the happy memories do hurt.