It's weird looking back on everything and wondering. How might things be different if [insert event] happened differently? I can't help but see people I used to know and wonder. The truth is I don't know them anymore. The chapter in my life they once dwelled in has closed and we are connected no more. Yet I still find I wonder about them. I hope they are well. I hope they are happy.
And I can't help but wonder. I wonder what changed, and why the drift or break happened in the first place. And maybe I have no right to wonder such things. But it's hard not to. Because to be honest I don't remember the facts, the events, or the final straws anymore.
And I wonder if that's the key to all disputes. Break away and eventually you forget why you were even mad in the first place. You forget why you fought. I'm not sure what I'm getting at, mostly I just think that I wonder about mending burned bridges sometimes.
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