What Used To Be

He sits there reading old notes, letters and conversations. No justification for any of his actions. Everything was perfect. If only he knew that while he was living it. He clenches his fist in anger, realizing he never held on too strong or maybe not strong enough or maybe not at all. It's like when a good things hits you, you never realize it until it's gone. And then it's too late. He stumbles upon old pictures, which trigger his memory to what used to be. A smile stretches across his face. It's that feeling that even though there were down falls, the fact that they encountered together made them worth going through. And besides, the goodtimes always outweigh the bad.. always. He stares at the photograph at hand and flashbacks carry his stream of consciousness to a familiar world of the past. A time where he was truly happy because of one person in his life. He then thinks to himself, "where did we go wrong?"