Nostalgic for you

There are whole sections of memory I keep walled off–good memories, beautiful ones, the kind people revisit with gentle nostalgia as they grow older.

But because you were beside me when they were made, I cannot go there. I cannot linger the way an old man might, complaining fondly about the good old days.

Memories are not like Photoshop. I cannot take a brush and erase you from them so that only the pleasant parts remain.

So parts of my past must stay at a distance. Otherwise I might meet you there again–and become nostalgic for you.