27 March, 2011

I miss it.


Do you remember back then? When we were so young, and naive and sweet. When we'd believe anything could happen? When anything could happen? Before we were broken. Before we knew true hurt, the emotional kind. I remember it. I miss it. I miss being ok. I miss seeing nothing but magic. I miss the innocence. I miss when love was simple. I miss it. I miss it all.

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