giraffey-the-giraffe

And every once in a while, I feel this desperate yearning for the past. Recently, it's been a very recent past. Right now, it's for a moderately distant past.   7th grade. Streamwatch. Simplicity. Easy boy problems. Easy break-ups. But then I don't want to lose what I have now. Caring enough about each other to make those break-ups hard. The desire to fight for friendships that begin to fade and stumble. Those people who I can talk to no matter what. And then, think about what I was missing, I don't miss the past at all. I look back on it fondly nostalgically and sometimes bitterly. But I don't miss it, because I grow from m