I miss

I miss the old days. The days when I would go outside and play. I miss the battered Barbie dolls, the scrapes on the knees, and the dirt on the body. My playmates and I swore to be the best friends forever, yet here I am now, missing them terribly. I miss the summer sunshine glimmering against the blue swimming pool. My summers used to be so exciting. I miss the delicious hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows on rainy September nights. Storms never came later than that time of the year. I miss the little Christmas gifts whose cards alone made me smile. My Granny always used to give me the best presents. I miss sharing secrets with my one true friend. My diary has been a very good companion all those years. I miss the secret note-passing while the teacher has her back turned. High school will always be the best time of my life. I miss his unconditional concern. First love might just be the last. Most of all, I miss me. For the past three years, life has been so dark, so negative.