The girl.

I miss the girl that…

giggled and gasped and let herself be ridiculous

was allowed to be lost and not yet found

had an unbroken heart and naive will

thought things could stay the way they were – forever

knew anything was possible

sparkled

Fall in love with reality.

I read a post over at Heir to Blair which was based on a post at Life From Both Sides. It’s a thought that, like Heir to Blair, hit me smack in the face. Neither of their posts are incredibly long, but they both verbalized exactly what I’ve been feeling lately.