when you look back at past photos and every conversation associated with someone you shared a lot of good times with, only to be fast forwarded back to reality with the realization they are never coming back. you miss it, you miss them. you miss the shared laughs, the heart sleeved conversations and endless shared moments with eachother. a part of you wants them to come back, but a bigger part of you knows you should close that chapter and move on. /end melancholic thought.