Loving you was never simple, but I’m sad to say that I’m glad I no longer do. Love you, that is. There will always be moments that I will know changed me, and you will always be the reason. That I cannot forget, but I know that time moves on and if we don’t change with it, then we will always be left behind.

Perhaps there’s nothing wrong with being behind, doing things slowly. Growing up in London there was never a chance to be passive or delayed, everything moved constantly and if you didn’t keep up, you’d lose yourself.

It’s interesting that the idea of “being found” is gained by being productive. Taking what you want from life like it’s a free for all and that consumption is the weighing scale for happiness.

What if we have gotten the wrong answer?

I suppose that some people’s wrong answers are right and others are wrong. It depends on how quick you are to figure it out, that your life is “right” for you. Maybe it’s assuming of me to say, but I think the majority of us are so focused on insisting our answers are right, that we cannot see they are all wrong.

There is nothing bad with accepting life for what it is, rat race included. Sometimes I wish I could just see things that way because it could be the simple life.

You wanted a life of adventure and you made me want it too.

You made me want to be the person I was, right in the depths of my soul and I would have given so much to shove whatever was “right” or “wrong” out the window.

Everything fell apart one day.

I’m still in London, and that adventure…I have forgotten.