week one

I hate the feeling you get after a fun time ends; a sinking feeling that it's gone and will never come back. All the elation you felt in the moment is gone, and you're left missing it, knowing you will never get that same exact feeling back. Time is always moving, sometimes way too fast, and each moment is so brief and unimportant in the grand scheme of things. One can think back on what happened, but it can never be recreated in its entirety ever again.