Can we run back to the days we wish we could have held a little longer?I still remember the sound of laughter, the warmth that made the world feel small and safe. But time has a way of slipping past even the ones we love most.
Some memories fade, others stay like sunlight caught in glass, or a voice you almost remember in a dream. Sometimes I wonder if the heart ever truly forgets where it began.
This is my story of reaching for what time is left behind and finding meaning in all that still lingers. This is my story, or at least I think it is.