Some times I talk to you in my head... since I can't talk to you for real. I tell you about the things that are going on in my life. I ask you about yours. I reminisce with you about days gone by.
Recently I've been wondering with you about that brave and daring person that I knew so many years ago. That person who did things that they could never tell anyone else, and that was the best part. Those things were all ours to keep until the end of time.
I'm still that person... why aren't you?