Where do I begin? I find myself visiting the past more often than not these days. Those wonderful, happy times when I still had the most precious and closest friends by my side. I know that everything happens for a reason, but I think I'm still stuck because I haven't found that reason and many times I find myself asking why it all happened the way it did. Lost everyone, hurt and broken. I miss what once were sorely, and it brings me to tears all the time knowing I can never have such bonds with anyone again. They say take heart in what you once had instead of hurting over what you've lost, but isn't it really the same thing?