Memories Of A Past Love

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It’s weird to forget people. To hear a song, a melody, a chorus even, that brings you somewhere you
haven’t been in so long. It happens, sometimes when you you’d never expect it. Often times that feeling is fleeting, the memory fading fast as it appears.

I remember the past, more now than I used to. I may simply be more aware of it as days turn to years. It’s easier to remember the past when you have more of it. I don’t miss these past few years or the first few. They’re much too new, or too vague. But I find myself missing those early adolescent experiences in between, the ones my students are waltzing and trudging their ways through.

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