It.
Three years. Three classes. Three symbols: A rock, a card, and a song. Yet, in a blink of an eye, that’s really all I have left. Not to mention the vivid memories of it all. Really, the fine barrier between totally losing it. Everything I do, everyone I’m with, even down to the conversations with my own family, it all comes back and ties to it. Never in my life have I felt so much regret. The many nights of tears. Lifeless. Speechless. Trapped with the haunting thoughts that I have lost it forever. I truly have lost a part of myself. One wrong sentence, completely misspoken, completely misunderstood, and everything is ruined. I would do anything to get that moment back. Fix things. Make changes. Anything. There is no such thing as a time machine. But God has given people the ability to dream. I can still dream. I can still dream that one day, a foundation of three years will triumph not a mistake, but rather, just one big misunderstanding. Trust me. I would not be here if I didn’t care this much. It doesn’t have to be like this. It you mean that much to me. You are worth that much to me.
