I miss the good ole days. When people actually kept their word. When other people had respect for relationships, both their own and others. When people had respect PERIOD. When people weren’t fake. When people didnt need to break someone elses heart because they thought it was gonna happen to them first. Those days.
The calm after the storm, is the most beautiful thing, but thas only because you witnessed the tragedy that is the storm. Guarenteed, if you see that one beautiful instant over and over again, without the bad weather, you would progress to see it as a normal instance.