I’m just incapable of having healthy relationships. No friends. No boyfriend.
To the days we believed we could fly.
One of the things I got to do today on my way home was I got to walk the halls of my old elementary school and as I did I remembered and missed so much.
The giggles we muffled in the library. The tears we wiped in the principle’s office. The heavy breathing as we ran through the old playground equipment while playing cops and robbers.
The days we hid in the arts room from the teachers and principal. The rainy days we spent inside playing slapjack or just playing around. How everything was so beautiful and simple. What a world. There were no tricks or surprises. No pain. Just happiness of childhood.
Just glue sticks and paper maches. Just studying about ancient Egypt or painting life size mummy’s. Just awkwardly exciting school dances. Just friday nights wasted at the pool. Nights that ended up being the best of our lives. The games of truth or dare. The friendships. The prank calls to dominos pizza or the hockey games on Saturdays. The ice rink.
Those were the days. Those were OUR days.
Today I got to school late.
Today I wrote letters.
Today I saw footloose.
Today I laughed.
Today I felt lucky to be alive.
Today I remembered.
Today I remembered how good life can, with absolutely no reasons at all.
Today, I had the best sushi of my life.
Today I sang. Today I danced.
Today I felt you looking back into my eyes.
Today I felt the joy radiating from your smile.
Today I understood.
Today I lived.
Today I was grateful.
Today I spent time with amazing friends.
Today I whistled in tune to the melody of my life.
What an amazing day. What an amazing life.
I will be doing a dramatic reading of one of Emma’s books.
You know you’ve taken some SERIOUS wrong turns in your life when you’re told that you’re a failure as an overachiever.