One finds oneself lost in the replay of clips gathered from different times in one’s life. For February, deny it all you want, but one will always find that one moment reviewing clips on awkward starts, childhood taunts, the unsurity of acceptance, gathering of courage to do something out of character, and the delightful surprise of appreciation.
Without summon, they come to you willing themselves to be part of the clips you find yourself lost in.
Something jerks you back to reality. A deep breath. Time does pass. Everything’s not the same. Even if you get lost in clips of what has been, seeing the same people won’t elicit the same response. Time changes everything.