Nostalgia.

I'm craving the carefree, fun days where I didn't have to worry so much.
I'm so sick of this and I don't think I can hold on any longer.
One day when I get to the apex of my patience, I'll just let go.
I miss the days when I could just go on the swings and go higher and higher and just not care, and lying on the dark green grass and looking up at the pretty blue sky and watch the birds fly overhead, and blasting music from my speakers and just looking out the window and observing everyday objects, and climbing that one tree with huge leaves and branches that would hold me so tight I wouldn't be scared.
I'm tired of aging. I want to do the things that I want to do, and I want to have that one thing I've wanted for so long.
I'm tired of waiting. I want something to happen.
I'm miserable. I want summer to come. I want to be lethargic and lie on the fields with my friends making bracelets and necklaces and rings made out of flowers again.
I miss the days when every day is a good day and everything is blue and green and sunny.
I miss having the trees sway gently and the wind blowing softly, just softly enough to have my hair tickle my face. I miss running through the sprinklers in my bathing suit and laughing, and the feeling of being in love and being so free and wanting the whole world to see how happy I am, and the feeling of being so light and suddenly nothing seems to matter and all that you radiate is happiness.
I miss the days where I could hold hands with my friends and skip down the sidewalk and get some 25 cent lemonade from a little stand that a kid made, and I miss the days where everything was perfect and brilliant.
And all I want is to be loved and to love and to love and to love
And I come to realize..
It's just so hard.

Love.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person,

but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.