Never forget the joy of being 17 years old. Never forget the joy of being 18 years old. Never forget the joy of being 19 years old. These years created a story that I'll reread for the rest of my years. Days of slushies and singing, days of love and summer. Grassy fields and star gazing car rides. The truth is I've been really lonely and distant from who I used to be. So I stop and think that this is how growing up is actually meant to be. It's lonelier than I thought, but it's time to face reality. I forever treasure our years and days together.