Whenever I see you, I feel it again. All the things I thought I’d forgotten.
She read about people she could never be and adventures that she would never have.
I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you.
Who, what, when, where, why.
Do you ever contemplate the things that you’ve done? Do you think about what you’re doing? Do you wonder about where you’re going? Do you ever ask - why?