Grasping at straws

Though things ended poorly, and much of my memories for the past two years are now cloaked in bitterness, there were good times there. Great times. Time that can change and outlook. I should endeavor to hold on to those. Life is deep pits and passing fits. It's hard enough to find bright points out there without retroactively erasing all that was once good. I will save them, incorporate them into me. They are mine. Not hers. They are mine.