Reading through a newsletter that was in my email inbox brought a sudden flood of nostalgia from the yesteryears - days when I would indulge in novels, teenage novels of the Sweet Valley kind, and just really believe that what happened in those words, was true. The feelings, so real, so strong, were real! I thought.
And then, I don't know when, I don't know how, I kinda lost that belief. I became nonchalant and impervious. I became rather vapid, so to say. And life just kinda lost its groove, and slowly, just slowly... I died a little, every day, inside. To the point right now where I no longer think of much but going through the daily grind.
But wouldn't it be nice to have something to expect back home, away from work? Wouldn't it be nice to run away in the arms of youth again?