I opened my old email account and went back through 2008.
It brought tears in my eyes. Why?
Do I really miss those days? Do I really miss my old self?
Why would I miss uncertainties?
Why would I miss heartbreaks?
Why would I want to be in a situation where I would always be in a state of mind games?
I guess it’s the spontaneity, the excitement of being daring.
I guess it’s the thrill of my younger days, the feeling of being attracted to, of the feeling of being wooed.
Am I old now? Is mid life really like this?
