The Stories I Forget

(Or, The Ones I'll Never Know)

I went back to where I grew up last weekend. I don’t do that often. I appreciate my hometown now, but returning always stirs ghosts.

It’s too easy to slip into the person I once was, or who people remember me as. It makes me feel rotten, like I wasted all that potential.
Maybe that’s true.
Maybe I just feel too much.
Maybe that’s what being human is.

This pa…