I used to be
afraid of so many things...that I’d never grow up, that I’d be
trapped in the same place for all eternity, that my dreams would
forever by shy of my reach. It’s true what they say, time plays
tricks on you. One day you're dreaming, the next your dream has
become your reality. And now that this scared little girl no longer
follows me wherever I go, I miss her. I do. Because there are
things I want to tell her; to relax, to lighten up, that it's all
going to be okay. I want her to know that meeting people who like
you, who understand you, who actually accept you for who you are,
will become an increasingly rare occurrence. These people who
contributed to who I am, they're with me wherever I go. And as
history gets rewritten in small ways with each passing day, my love
for them only grows. Because the truth is, it was the best of
times. Mistakes were made, hearts were broken, harsh lessons
learned; but all of that has receded into fond memory now. How does
it happen? Why are we so quick to forget the bad and romanticize
the good? Maybe it's because we need to believe that the time we
spent together actually meant something that we were there for each
other in a time in our lives that defined us all, a time in our
lives that we'll never forget. I can't swear this is exactly how it
happened, but this is how I felt.