Nostalgia
Tonight was the first night I’ve seen her actually breakdown and cry in a couple of years. The news I broke wasn’t even that significant, it had just been built up over a long time. I don’t know what to do when you cry, so I just walk over to you and hold a hug for a good minute.
“I didn’t do anything wrong, I was always a good person!”
“When will something good happen to this family?!”
I don’t have answers for you, but I do have hope; most of the time.
I wish I had a good relationship with you.
Alcohol and cigarettes shouldn’t be my problem solver, but for now they are. None of us have been bad people, life’s just unfair. The taste of the salt and the melody of sadness brings me back to the times not to long ago. I don’t know when something good will happen, I just really hope it sometime soon. I don’t know how we’ve stayed together for so long, but here we are.
“They used to be stars,” is probably the only thing I can say that will bring me to tears instantly. A random conjunction of words that I said once, now replays in my head constantly.
“They used to be stars,”
“They used to be stars,”
“They used to be stars,”
It means more than just glow-in-the-dark stick on stars that used to be on the ceiling of my room. It’s old memories and a hint of nostalgia. When I did have a good relationship with her, now it’s nothing but constant fight. Maybe this what people mean when they say “When you’re older you’ll wish you were younger.”
I wish it was how it used to be when I was younger, now all it is is old memories and nostalgia. Old memories and nostalgia. Old memories and nostalgia. Old memories and nostalgia. Old memories and nostalgia. Old memories and nostalgia. Old memories and nostalgia.
