The Choice

You can fault my style, but you can't fault my choice.

I can picture myself saying this someday, when it won't seem like a random thought at all. What makes me smile is the fact that the way I pictured it depicts me as smiling when I say it, and that's a welcome change in the mood indeed.

And I know I shouldn't be writing about this anymore... but sometimes it's easier to write and forget. I consider this as an artifact left behind by all that has passed.