I am missing my childhood very much. I still have the memories of my childhood alive in my mind. I miss these days a lot. I wish God that I will be able to handle everything fine.
I miss a girl whom brought so much joy into my life and never once frowned upon me for being different. I suppose we all eventually miss someone, but it is ashame at times that we do not fully appreciate their existence until they are gone. Not to say that we did not love them, but to say that there could have been more to do, more to say to one another, and perhaps difference choices to have been made overall. That is just me though.
I miss my dear friends in Chicago who had been there for me through thick and thin. Without judging. With no excuses when one needed a friend. With time to spare when someone like myself or others would reach out to them. I truly miss being near them