'Somebody That I Used To Know' - Gotye

Do you ever just wish you could relive your childhood?

I don't mean change it, I wouldn't change mine for the world!

I would say some of you feel that you would change yours however, I do believe that the memories you have from the past, those bad memories and good, equally taught you lessons and made you stronger every day.

We all have travelled down different roads and maybe we chose the wrong path a few times but just look at how strong you are now! Look what you've came through! Anyway, I've gone off on a tangent AGAIN. I'm terrible for doing that.

So my brother came home last night talking about his latest school project... 'NICOLE NICOLE, WE'RE DOING A TIMELINE OF OUR LIVES AND I NEED PICTURES FROM 2005 UNTIL NOW!' (He's 10 years old.) So I pulled out the dusty family hard-drive and started sifting through the endless files with thousands of photos. I was shocked at how many experiences and celebrations I had forgotten and at how quickly the memories came back! I found as I got lost in the endless ocean of photographs; I got very sentimental.

I couldn't understand how easy it was for someone who was a key figure in your life from the second you were born and for 12 years, could become a complete stranger in 5 years. 12 is the predominant number so surely, it has to take a long time to forget about their existence? But no... All it took was five little years. I recognise the familiar, friendly face in the photographs, sitting up high on their shoulders, proud of the person I was and protected by the person with me. I saw the kind eyes, the trusting smile that helped me hide my secrets, the nose which used to tickle my cheek and wipe away my tears, the hands and arms which held me so close and so tight overflowing with unconditional love and a promise that should have lasted forever. The same arms that used to surprise me, sweeping me into the air as my own tiny arms failed for their neck to hold onto: screaming, laughing.

Now, as I pass them in public, I don't recognise their face. They've changed. The inner ugliness and betrayal has shone through, ageing their complexion and forcing their eyebrows into a frown forever.

Once inseparable, now separated.

It's sad really, what life does to people. It's sad what people let happen in their life.  Once they were someone who I couldn't imagine my life without, my rock, my protector; now a stranger, now just 'somebody that I used to know'.

I didn't mean for this to be a sad post but sometimes I feel this way, and sometimes, it just feels good to show it. After all this is my blog about my thoughts, my loves, my life and...

This is me 

Nicole ParkinsonK
So I just keep smiling...
A hot chocolate always makes me feel better ;)


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