I miss those happy days. Days, when we were really happy from deep within; when our smiles portray what’s lying beneath. I miss those carefree days, after all the world is still too crazy for us to explore.
Amongst all, I miss being naïve.
Remember we used to fix broken relationships/friendships? We used to write letters to convey messages from our hearts. Some others chose to be involved in a violent way to settle it once and for all. It doesn’t matter which how what, at the end of the day it’s all about expressing discomfort.
But somehow in the process of growing old, we decide to keep things to ourselves. We learn that some things are better left unsaid; some words are meant to be kept.
Don’t you just wish you’ve ingested the never-grow-up pills Santa gave on your 5th birthday instead?
