In hindsight

I love looking back. I spend so much time remembering. I can be in the middle of anything and a memory flashes through my mind, causing a slight reaction. Usually a chuckle, but sometimes momentary sadness. Whichever, I still love to remember. It seems to me that nothing is clear when I'm living it. But in retrospect, everything fits perfectly and makes sense. Fun times seem meaningless in the present. But in the future, I realize that was a moment when I was experiencing true happiness and often a moment when I was growing closer to someone.