Nostalgic.

I miss days when we had playgrounds and lunch boxes…when we stole crayons, not hearts..when we broke pencils, not rules. When time wasn’t an issue and money wasn’t everything. When I didn’t know what internal pain was, only physical, from playing rough. When family and friends is all I cared for and love was always everything but being in love wasn’t part of the fraction. I miss days but I love my each and every breathing day.