Imissyou
I miss you―the way you smile over average jokes. How you are carefree and excited about what’s not yet there. I miss the way you’re so full of passion and compassion. How you don’t care about making mistakes because you have all the time in the world to correct them. I miss the way your confidence set the stage. How your drive takes you places you’ve never been before. I miss the way you’re out there, willing to learn and willing to see where your dreams will take you. You were so young, skipping through life's meadows. I miss the way you savored the weightlessness of your existence. And now, the new version of yourself is tired, has veered off course, and is just here to survive rather than make the most of your time. I know you’re lonely, and you wish you could pull out your old brave self, to let go of your inhibitions and not worry about making mistakes. And it’s ironic to feel this way. I miss you, but I am you.