Sometimes I think back on how things used to be. I think: 'Maybe I was too harsh.' But then I think 'maybe not'. Personally. I believe that I remember the good things and want to hold onto them but I know eventually things may end up as they are now, maybe worse. So if I keep pushing forward - on this path - trying not to deviate even when I want to reach out: I'll be fine. Memories can be good and bad - let me focus on the good. 

But there is one thing I always wish to say. 
"I hope you're happy."