I pass by where most of my memories were born.

I long for the past. I long to re-live those moments. I long to have something to smile about. But you can’t re-live the past. I’ve tried, but I have not succeeded.

I feel like everything is returning and I stop. I reach my hand and grip the cold, chain-link fence. I press my face on the wires of the fence and look in. I see everything. The benches, the trees, the children section of the park with slides and swings. I smile. But something is not right. Something is missing. It’s the happiness. The happiness that holds the world together. The happiness that brings people together. The happiness that’s gone.

I open the gate and let myself in. It’s cold outside and the snow is falling. I sit on one of the benches and think to myself, I wish there was such thing as happiness. My wish did not come true.

I sat there on the cold bench for hours and remember my past. I miss those moments. I miss those memories. I miss you.