Sun in an empty room.

I sit in the same room where the sun hits my skin soft and still. I'm well aware of where I am, what the weather is typically like and how it actually is. It's a relieving cool wind, although the comforts of home make me feel warm inside. An old box stashed in my trunk reveals photos I was not ready to come across from a day I'm still trying to deal with, almost four years after the fact. It brings to mind a day where every year I fall safely into my net of friends, wrapped in a blanket of love. And I remember that day last year, how you of all people completely abandoned me and then held me at fault for it, and how fucking ridiculous that is now and how angry I am for it still. I didn't want to be reminded of this or how horrible that made me feel, and how utterly unacceptable it is to treat any human being that way, but after I dealt with all the sadness I was brought to realizing how cold and cruel of you that was, and why now it is entirely too late for us. There are just some things I will never be able to forgive. Sometimes it's better to just hold onto your hate.