You’re just becoming another person I see that is no longer within my reach.

Though I replied to Elaine's letter and mailed it off today, I kept on thinking about the one question she raised: Can one trick themselves into happiness?

All day long, I had flashbacks from my childhood, grade school, middle school, high school, summers, and just everything I could remember. I even remember the memories that I buried so deep.

[to be continued]