Halfway up the stairs is a stair where I sit. There isn't any other stair quite like it. It's not at the bottom, it's not at the top. But this is the stair where I always stop. Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head. It isn't really anywhere, it's somewhere else instead. -A.A. Milne
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Nostalgia
I'm feeling nostalgic this evening. Thinking of old friends, new friends, old loves, new loves and everyone in between. Nothing seems right except to think about them. I don't want to be really doing anything else. My mind is full of memories, expectations, and love. I've been a lot of places and done a lot of things. Yet nothing brings better feelings in me than what I have had in the past and what I have now with my family and friends. I could drown everything out with stupid stuff that doesn't matter, but it always comes back that the most happiness I get is out of people. Everything else seems superficial. So just know that tonight, I miss you, I love you, I remember you, I wish that I was surrounded by you all, but for now I will relish in those nostalgic feelings and feel happy.
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