Bre says I'm too nostalgic...
I miss...
Long conversations with Bre at our old dining room table in the townhouse we shared where we lost our innocence in.
Driving around the lakes listening to pop punk music and singing at the top of our lungs with Cassie.
Attempting to save Andrew and make him love me.
Picking Andy up at the Airport and being his "best girl".
Having sleepovers with Zach and rubbing his belly.
Makeout sessions with cute random boys.
Watching horror movies with Nate and laughing.
Hugs from Brent where I run and jump on him and he can handle it.
All nighters with Mark at the coffee shop where he teaches me to be more sensitive.
Not feeling guilty for sleeping til noon.
Writing and reading letters of love and respect to and from Nadson.
Tim holding my hand and me trusting him with it.
I miss writing. Well. I miss writing my thoughts so well where I look back and say "wow! I used to be intelligent, thoughtful, and wise beyond my years."
I know myself well enough to know that when I feel nostalgic, it is a sign that a new life lesson to learn is just around the corner. I also know myself well enough to know that it is probably a lesson I refuse to learn....
I love those whom I hold close too much and I push them away so fast to the point where I miss them every day yet, I'm too stubborn to tell them.
Long conversations with Bre at our old dining room table in the townhouse we shared where we lost our innocence in.
Driving around the lakes listening to pop punk music and singing at the top of our lungs with Cassie.
Attempting to save Andrew and make him love me.
Picking Andy up at the Airport and being his "best girl".
Having sleepovers with Zach and rubbing his belly.
Makeout sessions with cute random boys.
Watching horror movies with Nate and laughing.
Hugs from Brent where I run and jump on him and he can handle it.
All nighters with Mark at the coffee shop where he teaches me to be more sensitive.
Not feeling guilty for sleeping til noon.
Writing and reading letters of love and respect to and from Nadson.
Tim holding my hand and me trusting him with it.
I miss writing. Well. I miss writing my thoughts so well where I look back and say "wow! I used to be intelligent, thoughtful, and wise beyond my years."
I know myself well enough to know that when I feel nostalgic, it is a sign that a new life lesson to learn is just around the corner. I also know myself well enough to know that it is probably a lesson I refuse to learn....
I love those whom I hold close too much and I push them away so fast to the point where I miss them every day yet, I'm too stubborn to tell them.