the truth is...

these people who
contributed to who i am,
they are with me wherever
i go, and as history gets 
rewritten in small ways
with each passing day, my
love for them only grows.
because the truth is....it
was the best of times.
mistakes were made,
hearts were broken, harsh
lessons learned, but all of
that has receded into fond
memory now. how does it 
happen? why are we so 
quick to forget the bad
and romanticize the good?
maybe it's because we
need to believe that the
time we spent together
actually meant something,
that we were there for
each other in a time in our 
lives that defined us all,
a time in our lives that we
will never forget. i can't swear
this is exactly how it happened.
but this is how it felt.