I’d hate to think of me as an afterthought. A one shot glimpse of the past, like a flash of memory bursting into your mind when you see something familiar. Maybe it reminds you of a certain time or place. Just a second we might have shared. But then it’s gone and I’m out of your mind again. Not even a second thought.
I’d hate to be one of those people who can’t let things go. That linger in the past . That dwell on what if's. Reminiscing about better times and youth; lost in drunken rambles to the wall.
I wish I was one of those men in one of those movies. Always knowing what to say and what to do. Maybe I would have known what to do then. Maybe I would know what to do now.
I don’t want one of those happy ending. I just want to be decently happy. Is that so much to ask? For decent happiness?