It makes me wonder sometimes whether I have learned anything at all or simply found a way to better hide that I still harbor the mentality of a misguided hormonal 14 year old girl.
It? you ask. What is it?
It wakes me in the morning reminiscent and melancholy.
It makes me nostalgic for things that I am certain I don’t want…
I dream of something that has already happened, something that made me wiggle and squirm on the inside at the time,
something that made me lose my breath and shiver with electric anticipation…then.
It has been years.
But for some reason, from time to time, it comes back to haunt me.
An uninvited passing memory, flitting innocently through my mind.
It’s so tiny and unassuming. Why does it make ache?
What am I aching for? A moment? A feeling?
Why do I have to remember these things?
It’s so tiny and unassuming. Why does it make ache?
What am I aching for? A moment? A feeling?
Why do I have to remember these things?