Oh nostalgia, you are the master of lies and manipulation.
You make people remember things better than they actually were.
You enable the mind to ignore the red flags that were seen in the end and you corrupt the point at which one said enough is enough.
Good job at clouding my mind, but luckily I have a pretty good memory all on my own and my Rolodex is filed with facts that remind me you only feed us fairytales.
I commend you on your commitment to bend the truth and warp the mind.
I applaud you for your insistence that it was so good *way back when* never mind the pain, both physical and mental.
Never mind the less that spewed from their mouths like water from a fountain.
Never mind the acts that were seen and the betrayal that occurred.
You, you would like us to live in a world where we remember roses and forget that those roses have thorns.
