Remember

Do you remember that day? Do you remember how I curled up in a corner and you asked me if I was okay? And I nodded slowly, so then you asked again. I said "yes" and turned my head away. And I'm pretty sure you knew that I wasn't, and I'm pretty sure that there was a reason you let me lie there in that corner, curled up and alone in the world.

Do you remember those days when I actually believed that everything was going to be alright? Those were the days when I would smile and tell you it would work out no matter what happened in your life until then. Somehow, even though I was upset then too, I managed to say those words, managed to almost make myself believe them to keep going.

But every story ends, each spool is finally left empty in the making of the tapestry of history. So here I stand at the end of this spool, watching it wind around and around, hoping that the end does not come too soon. And here I stand, not knowing what more to say, what else to think, how else to do. My story may be just beginning, but it feels as though I have hit the end.

I was once told, "life does go on, but we can always remember." So here I sit, trying to understand how to remember without forgetting, how to live in the present without losing myself in the past. Or perhaps I am too late, and all that remains to me now is grabbing back and try to find the parts that I lost without getting held back again by my own pain.