Out of Left Field

You know how sometimes, something crosses your mind just like that, occasionally but you never really dwell on it? How you may think about a situation, something or someone but because it just isn't, wasn't much of anything, you just kind of brush it off?  Well, I have things that I think about like that and people who I think about like that, too.  People who I may have met once or twice in my lifetime, or people I may have interacted with as a child without really getting close to them. And so, I've been living my life thinking that I had pretty much adjusted to any and all irregularities in my life, whether they had a direct impact or just existed at the very far corner of my subconscious.  So imagine my surprise when today I started writing and what came out was completely unexpected.  I just had no idea I had these resentful feelings inside. They must have been buried way, way deep inside.  So deep in fact, that I surprised myself when what was meant to be a simple, brief journal entry dug up some old memories of things I thought I had completely forgotten, of things that I wish I had forgotten, things I didn't think meant anything to me. Some things are better left alone. The funny thing is I don't even recall what triggered these memories or caused the feelings associated with them to surface. They just did and before I knew it, I was writing a letter to someone who is no longer, expressing my regret but also my anger for what could have been, but wasn't.   This is a part of me I did not even know was there.