We stopped it before it became too much. At least I tried. Grey clouds slept overhead, weeping, as if they already know our fate. And when they parted, the warm sun shone down lovingly. And I closed off; parted ways. “His birthday is next month…

No matter where you go and what you do, you cannot escape the past. It’s always going to be there and will come back to mock you when you least expect it.  More importantly, the people in your past are even harder to escape from. With that said, …