Was I always one?
I feel like in the past I was a lot more jaded, but now I wouldn't consider myself so. I'm definitely a lot happier. I'm more aware of who I am and what my values are, compared to before.
But, I still sing and dance to the same sad tune, especially when it comes to people I've loved in the past. I can close my eyes and think back to those feelings.
I still look back at the door, the same door that leads down the path of my memories, and somehow expect that you'll be standing there. That I'll find it open. But it never is, it remains shut and covered in dust.
Because, I only ever turned to it when it was convenient for me, didn't I?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for only ever thinking about myself.
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Behave yourself, now. ;)