reunions

I'm gonna start thus piece the same way I have done so far: you see,  you know, you feel.
You.
 You listen to me speak, please. Please,  listen to me ramble on and on about the days that have past now.
I was a different person back then.  I would always say yes and to everything.  I used to beg for love and validation and attention and all those good things.
Now this is where progress comes in. This is where the idea of the self is slowly constructed. This is where I come in and fond myself.
 And love comes in. 
And understanding comes in.
And the stars and the moon and the rooftops and the balconies and the memories and the growth.
It can all hit you like the sun creeping in the morning through the curtains or a sudden urge to put a poem onto paper.
And in the end, you are left with a gratitude for that person you once were.