Even that picture,” she explains, motioning to the picture. “I know he’s not coming back, but I remember everything the way it was like this. That’s the power of the past. Imagine your favorite store, you go there every day, for years, you remember the name of the aisle with the eggs, milk, and cereal. One day, someone else takes over the store. They change the name and the aisles with the eggs, milk, and cereal. You still go back to the store because it’s a shell of your former comfort. You become frustrated going to the wrong aisles and calling the store by its former name. You still go to the store though, because of what it used to be,” she
Even that picture,” she explains, motioning to the picture. “I know he’s not coming back, but I remember everything the way it was like this. That’s the power of the past. Imagine your favorite store, you go there every day, for years, you remember the name of the aisle with the eggs, milk, and cereal. One day, someone else takes over the store. They change the name and the aisles with the eggs, milk, and cereal. You still go back to the store because it’s a shell of your former comfort. You become frustrated going to the wrong aisles and calling the store by its former name. You still go to the store though, because of what it used to be,” she