Too materialistic, too caught up with what is ongoing but never stopping to see what is really before me. Revisiting previous bad feelings brought up the young side of myself of the past. The real one. The one who could put in all her heart in something, the one who never second guessed, the one who did things fearlessly, regardless of situation or surroundings, the one who could be bought over by simple gestures, simple things.
I'm so sorry