Getting Lost, Found, Then Lost Again.

Experience was meh 😆

Why?

🤗

I don’t believe in love.

No, it’s about the old me.

Had to you really think about this one but favorite song I would say Hotel California by The Eagles.

Oh well thank you.

Bitch.

I haven’t had this feeling in a long time. Feels like I forgot what it is like to miss someone; to want someone back in your life again. However, you came to mind today. I started to think about how you always saw the good in people, unlike me now; suspicious of people’s every intention. Not you though, it seems naive to me now to act in that way, since I fear getting hurt or being used. You’ve never been hurt and I envy that. I miss how nice and sweet you were. I miss how much you loved to laugh and joke around even if it got you into trouble sometimes. You were so loud and carefree. You were trusting, cheerful,  innocent, romantic, and very sentimental. You never had to pretend to be something you weren't. I miss having you around for selfish reasons. If you came back now maybe I’d be better off. Perhaps I wouldn't be so mean or cynical. If you were here I’d probably still believe in love and be a hopeless romantic surrounded by friends. Maybe I’d cry and hurt less, but you're not. You're not here anymore. You're gone. And I miss you . . . I miss the old me.