Jun 2014
I feel like you're my baby blanket or the socks from when I was 3,
The children's book I loved when I was 6 or the jump rope from when I was 10.
You're the diary from middle school and the pressed flowers from bike rides through fields when I was 13,
You're the photo booth strips from the movie dates and all the wallets of my friends from senior year;
I always look back on you with a fondness and a melancholy, a nostalgia with heart and ache-
I want to go back but I know that time is gone and over, and it's for the best. I want to go back but I know it doesn't exist anymore, like us. I miss you but I know that I'm here now and you're there now so I keep going but like the flowers and socks and wallets, I'll always have a nostalgia, just for you.
The children's book I loved when I was 6 or the jump rope from when I was 10.
You're the diary from middle school and the pressed flowers from bike rides through fields when I was 13,
You're the photo booth strips from the movie dates and all the wallets of my friends from senior year;
I always look back on you with a fondness and a melancholy, a nostalgia with heart and ache-
I want to go back but I know that time is gone and over, and it's for the best. I want to go back but I know it doesn't exist anymore, like us. I miss you but I know that I'm here now and you're there now so I keep going but like the flowers and socks and wallets, I'll always have a nostalgia, just for you.
I think I'll always at least miss you as a person. It's one thing to lose toxic people and it's another to lose genuinely good people who didn't fit in with your life. Maybe if he had been ****** or a ******* it would've been easier to lose his friendship, but he's not. He's a good person and a good friend and I, more often than not, regret that I cannot be his friend. It makes me nostalgic and sad for what was.
(United States)
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