I miss people's drama. I'm perfectly fine without my own, certainly. I appreciate the peace and quiet it provides me with, and also the stability. But I can't help but wish that I could concern myself with other people's drama. I like helping people with problems. I like that feeling of desperation. It's exciting.
I miss when I could talk to her without feeling guilty, or when I waited breathlessly to see if she had anything to say to me, or even going back to the days when I didn't know anything about him except the few little secrets that made my heart race. I sometimes wish I could get back the excitements, the dramas, the kisses that never were or could have been or shouldn't have happened.
And I know that I don't want it back, but I do still miss it. I look back with nostalgia on things I shouldn't be nostalgic for. Three years ago, my life was going to hell, although I didn't know it at the time. But it was so exciting. I imagine I'll find new excitements here, new adventures, new people and new memories. I figure everything will come together in due time just like it always has.
But not yet. So all I can do is sit and wait. Hope to find my place in this large, new world.
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