Three years ago I had the most bittersweet summer ever. I remember him telling me he was excited to see what kind of person I'd be in the future. Now three years later, I'm the same age as he was when he died and I have no idea what kind of person I should be.
Growing up is about having different experiences, both good and bad, and learning from them. But it seems like having more experience doesn't necessarily prepare you for the future, especially when it comes to emotions. Painful situations are still painful, even when you have reason and previous experience on your side.