Sep 28, 2015 17:05
I've been doing a lot of thinking lately. The kind which just creates a multitude of questions upon questions. I think I'm the same person I've always been; I still never say half of what I'm really thinking, I care too much about what I probably shouldn't, and there is that constant nagging feeling in the back of mind that there will always be more to do, even when you are done.
On occasion I find myself looking back on my old post and sometimes yours. I like to see how far we have come. How we have changed so drastically and yet stayed the same. We were kids, who are now just older versions of ourselves muddling our ways through this thing called adulthood. I often wonder if anyone else does the same in reading their post and others. I like to think you do. Though I'm not quite sure why. Everyone has seemed to go their separate ways, which is a beautiful thing really. I suppose that is just what happens when your childhood bubble grows beyond the town you grew up in.
But I will always be thankful for those memories we made. The stupid things we did just because, and the way we all loved each other. I would never want to change any of it, because it was imperfectly perfect. I hope if ever have children they have friends as amazing as you...because then I know they will be alright.