And what is it that you remember? Do you carry every sadness with you

 Today is a bad anniversary date. My brain forgot. My body remembered.

This photo is unrelated to this post; it's from a few weeks ago. I still like it, through. 

What happened on that day is not a reflection of who I am as a person. It reflects who they are. I am not at fault. I did nothing wrong. 

But maybe it does reflect on me. 

It reflects on me that I am dedicated, that I care deeply. That I was willing to sacrifice in ways that hurt me for the people that I cared about.

Today is for new memories.

Nine years is enough.