crousemouse
I don't like to dwell on the past, but it's something that I always do. Too much time, too many mistakes. Too many good memories. Thinking thinking thinking, always. But without dwelling, where would I live? Be present.
What kind of entree do you want? Can I get the appetizer for my entree? I just want to be given a choice in life.
She has one earring, a green one. She fingers the jade absentmindedly as she thinks. The other was lost some time ago, but the memories she made with the pair still remain.