This was my French teacher. While working on The Smurfs she met her husband. Now she's teaching here. Sometimes I want to contact her, write her or call her, and tell her what a difference she made in my life. But then I remember how much French I've forgotten, and how much I struggle now to conjugate verbs and form sentences, and I decide not to. She was so proud of all of her students, and of how much we learned from her, and now I've forgotten most of it.

And I loved it. And it's not the only thing that I've loved that I've given up.

I'm slowly getting back to them, but it's hard to imagine how I could have ever thought that giving them up would make my life easier in any way.