These Years, Okay

Over the years, I have a lot of things I want to say to others, but when the words come to my lips, I only have one sentence left, okay. . . We're all good, aren't we? The summer sunshine fell through the mottled tree shadows and fell on the young man's back. He turned around and looked at him with a smile on his face, bright and confident. At that moment, time seemed to stretch very long. . .