The past.

Sometimes I sit there and think about the past and what it taught me.. the people who were close to me in my past, and what each of them brought forward. I consider the summer of 2005 as a point in my life when I was the strongest and most confident about myself and my surroundings. It's the summer I got out of a very toxic 13 month relationship with one of my ex's who was nothing but... well, TOXIC. As soon as I broke free from him and having him in my life, I stood tall, proud and couldn't wait for new experiences to find me. I was brave, lots of fun to be around and, happy. Nothing could stop me from myself.. I found out who I was at my strongest and happiest point in my life and I got addicted to myself. I was on top of the world... it was the best summer of my life. I think people come into your life and stay for a specific amount of time, (whatever god has in his plan) and teach you something. People I loved in my past, and people who made a difference in my life stick with me.. even if they aren't in my life anymore. I don't think it would be right to forget them, because then you would forget what they taught you and why they're not around anymore. People come into your life for a reason, and people become your past for a reason. Depending on the situation, the past is always there, it's just not important anymore.