A couple of mouths ago I was thinking about everything I have lost and everything that has been taken from me over the past thirteen years, and over the last year or so in particular. But one thought did keep coming into my head. No matter what happens. No matter how much I lose. No matter how things turn out with one situation or another or with this person or that. The memories of the good times can never be taken unless I let myself forget them and obsess about the negatives in life instead.
Sure I’ve lost a lot that I care about. And I am bound to lose more still. But I’ll always have my memories of the good times, I’ll always be thankful for them, and it’s because of this that I will never lose my smile.
