thebluestofskies
Everything was better then. The time before the ultimatum was the best of my life, though I couldn't realize it yet. If I could go back and change it I would. But I can't. So I just have to move on, live, and try not to regret what I've done.
A place that is near, and possibly dear. Home. A place that is missed when it's left, and conjures a smile at the return. Familiar faces and places and smells. A constant green and warmth. Not like here, where it's too cold and turns gray for winter.