Day 312.
Ahhh the strolls down memory lane.
This photo is saved on my dad’s computer and I don’t really know how or why. He got this computer a year plus after Ab & I broke up so obviously I must’ve been walking (limping?) down memory road one night and looking at photo albums that I probably shouldn’t have.
What is it in me that has me sucked into these painful memory moments from time to time? I am no longer upset or angry about what happened…that ship sailed many moons ago…but it still doesn’t make me feel like susy sunshine when I see photos of us and then start to remember specific memories from our relationship together.
Maybe it is because I haven’t had a major relationship or any committed relationship really since then? Or maybe these pictures will always cause that reaction within me—one part of me remembering how great our relationship was and the other part of me remembering how painful it was when it ended?
ps-I wish you could see my shirt in this picture, it was freaking H-O-T. Photo taken @ Barcelona in Austin, Tejas in summer of 2005.