Prolouge
You ever smell something that makes you remember a person? A place? A time. A smell that rips you into a memory that nearly brings you to your knees.
Cuz that’s the thing about memories. The good ones tend to hurt more in the end.
There was a time in my life when I would revel in the reminders. The smells. The things I done and said.
Years later though? If I could do it all over again, I’d duck my head and run the other way if I knew what I know now. If I could save myself.
If I could save us both.
That’s the funny thing about life though. You regret what you don’t do, and never talk about the regret for what you did do.
Sometimes I think I have it figured out. When it all went sideways.
I’ll have to take you back though. To the beginning. Perhaps not the start at all though, perhaps it was always the end.
