What kind of heart doesn’t look back?

It scares me how hard it is to remember life before you. I can’t even make comparisons anymore, because my memories of that time have all the depth of a photograph. It seems foolish to play games of better and worse. It’s simple a matter of is and is no longer. (DL)

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