i took a walk. i take the same route almost every time, one that goes through a park near my house. i realized halfway thru the park that it was the location of one of the best days of my life. the day that i received my first kiss. i teared up a little bit remembering that because it was such a happy memory that now was part of an ending. as i kept walking, i realized that the route i take had been so set that it was the same way i took after i had my first date. all i could think of were these happy memories that were making me almost cry in public. they were so happy and were making me so sad.
it was nostalgia and endings mixed into one.
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