i’m a sentimental fool and always miss the things that are in the past.Â somehow tonight missing is a bit stronger.
i miss friends who spent five and a half months of summer with me.
i miss slow summer days.
i miss when we were younger.
i miss when they were younger.
i miss afternoons that were nothing more than long walks and photo-ops.
i miss summer. and freckles. and smiling so full.
i miss my year of quiet. and beauty. and finding and knowing God.