Memories and messes

Thoughts on nostalgia:

I’ve been nostalgic for a person lately.

Yet it might really be me missing the era.… The last years I was really happy. With him, for him, around him. And I shined. Life seemed possible because of what he brought out in me. It was all beginning.

Does this make any sense? I thought I was at the beginning of something.

But he wasn’t my last beginning. Or the end all, be all. We both grew into new worlds.

It wasn’t a pure or easy era the whole time. I have plenty of messy memories with him.

But love, too. Lots if it, and everyone knew.

And I miss the worst of it as much as I miss the best of it, simply because it was him.

Anyone else feel me on this?