This cowboy's running from himself

This cowboy's running from himself

It's 2014 (hello again, blog) and I'm back at this job again, did you know?  It's magical.  This is a magical place and it's changed me and I never want to leave.  Except I do, because it's tainted now with memories of a boy who squeezed my heart too hard (not hard enough to break it, but hard enough to bruise).  He's gone and I'm here but I am all the better for it.  I'm confused and I'm a little sad but I think I've learned and I think I've grown, and I think I've made friends I never would have elsewhere, and what counts is what you keep, not what you lose.  What counts is what you keep, not what you lose.