My Happy Glitch

My innate tendency to be melancholic has enabled me to remember things about people and places in my past that may seem sad when spoken aloud, but when kept as a memory in my own mind inevitably makes me smile. A perfect example would be a friend I met my second year at college who I considered a "soul-mate" because our conversations were always intriguing and uplifting. We connected. We talked mostly about God and our growing admiration for one another. Never did our conversations end badly or sad. Daily we met at a graveyard before embarking on a stroll where we talked about our hopes of the future. We didn’t choose the graveyard on purpose, it just happened to be the exact equal distance from where each of us were living. Now when I pass any graveyard I think of him. Even worse I have begun to think of graveyards as a metaphor for half way places to meet up with soul mates.  My mental chatter reads like a Sylvia Plath poem but I can’t seem to stop.  Someone whose frequency isn’t always set on the dark and morbid may have remembered something more light-hearted than the cemetery. I just remember the dead people. Go figure. This mental reflex has engulfed me today. I was innocently driving around and recalling things and people in my past that I loved.  But because I’m wired to be morose, I'm emotionally exhausted and depressed from remembering my own happy times. This goes further than pessimism. My cup isn't always half empty. I recognize this fact.  
If I only remember the gloomy details then you can understand why remembering the happy times is like a pendulum that swings and ends up leaving me feel the loss more than the joy.  Truly exhausting. 
My only advice for anyone who has this mind numbing glitch is that when given the chance to meet up with someone that has a graveyard in equal distance…go the extra mile.