Sometimes things just hit you so hard that all you can do is feel and feel and feel and feel it. Over and over again. So much that you don’t have time to think about what that much feeling even means, if it means anything at all. Maybe you don’t even want to know what it means. You’re happy, you’re content. You’re whole. But sometimes things, no matter how old, how gone, they’ll still make you feel. I guess that’s how you know your past wasn’t a waste.