I hate missing things. It makes you feel less than. You sugar coat everything that happened and find yourself filled with longing. Even though probably, at the time, you were in the middle of something and you just accepted things as this is how it is and found nothing special about it. What is it about time that colors things "la vie en rose"? Even hurtful things can turn okay after time has had its way with it. Time is a bitch. Time changes everything.

Sometimes it feels as though all I have is time.

Time and memories.

Mental souvenirs I can turn which way and that.

It leaves me feeling sad.