I don’t like waiting on text messages and sitting on facebook and feeling so far away. I hate it actually. I miss looking into his eyes and seeing something real. I don’t want to feel trapped anymore. I want him to be mine again. Or I want to no longer want him. This in between is something wicked.

“I used to be afraid of so many things; that I’d never grow up,
that I’d be trapped in the same place for all eternity,
that my dreams would forever by shy of my reach.
It’s true what they say, time plays tricks on you.
One day you’re dreaming, the next your dream has become your reality.
And now that this scared little girl no longer follows me
wherever I go, I miss her. I do.
‘Cause there are things I want to tell her;
to relax, to lighten up, that it’s all going to be okay.
I want her to know that meeting people who like you, who understand you,
who actually accept you for who you are,
will become an increasingly rare occurrence.
These people who contributed to who I am, they’re with me wherever I go.
And as history gets rewritten in small ways with
each passing day, my love for them only grows.
‘Cause the truth is, it was the best of times.
Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons learned,
but all of that has receded into fond memory now.
How does it happen? Why are we so quick to
forget the bad and romanticize the good?
Maybe it’s ‘cause we need to believe that the time we spent together
actually meant something, that we were there for each other
in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our lives that we’ll never forget.
I can’t swear this is exactly how it happened, but this is how I felt.”

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