Lately it seems that I have had the pleasure of taking a stroll down the byways of my memories. Navigating the sulci and gyri of my past populated with the aromas, colors and catch phrases of loves long gone, it used to be that this particular avenue was barricaded with large orange "detour" signs posted for no through traffic. Until recently, a mere peek down that lane elicited self-doubt, questions of worth and meaningless idiot loops of why's.
For some reason or other, recently the ban seems to have been lifted and I have tentatively swung onto this path for a few forays into the gardens of my loves lost. No pain, no doubt, no struggle accompanies me here, just the lovely remembrances.
God, I hope this doesn't signal maturity...
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