Good ol days – A more pleasant time than the present time.
I remember when I had no memories of you, I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t know your name, age or favorite position. I didn’t even know your type existed.
I remember when I didn’t have to pretend to be some other bitch and I was just that bitch.
I remember when it didn’t matter how many times i called or texted on the 24 hour rotation. I remember when I didn’t have to beg for an extra hour to be in your grace.
I remember when I had my fucking senses. 3 Years, wow thats a crazy amount of wasted efforts. I remember when I didn’t have to fake it.
I remember when I didn’t have to fight myself everyday for the story books of comforting lies i read myself. I remember when I didn’t cry over some Manipulating, unavailable, no emotions, conceited ass storytelIer. I remember when I smiled and meant it. I remember when I lived. All my good ol days were before crossing paths with you. Though I can’t erase any of the memories of you, I still find myself wishing i had some good days to make up for those terrible weeks. So as i stand up, brushing myself off and scared to death to start over, This time i know what i want and what to look out for. I hope to never cross your kind again, Thank you for the lessons.
Though the present time is not as pleasant. Memories of the good ol days makes it easier to look forward to the better days on the way.