This is sad. Not a bad sad but a good sad. If you don't cry anymore, then ... are you wishing you did?

I just read this again and realized I didn't remember what it was about. Then I read the end. But there's more than those two things, and I'm not sure I knew what it was all about when I wrote it. It wrote itself, I suppose.

I find it interesting,

The past was the past, and now, only a memory.