There are days when I want only to only look forward, when I want only to run freely under the trees, through the rain, to the sun on the other side that is my future.
But then there are days that wear heavy on my soul and I want only to turn back. I want only to look with arms outstretched to the person I was in the days that have flown by. I want to look squarely at the past that holds me still, and instead of quaking in regret, I want to take that person I was by the hand and say quietly “Come with me. Stay with me.”
And together, with those words between us, we will walk away, with hands linked in strength, from that which we cannot change.