a love like that

love is good. love is great. there are so many different types of love.
i feel love when i see snow on the ground
i feel love when my mom makes me breakfast
i feel love when i see others in love
i feel love when i eat sushi
i feel love when i listen to John Mayer, no one says it better than John Mayer

something about those love songs that make you want to feel and be loved. I may have been 16 when i first met him and 17 when we kissed and 18 when he left but it feels like i have been with him for a life time. older people say we are to young and i say they are to old.

It was a love, maybe not one that will last forever but i was in love. we grew together like vines do around a house. we knew each others thoughts and ways like a bird knows its way back to its nest in a world of trees. It was special, nothing like your first love (so I'm told, but I'm waiting for the next one to come and rip my heart out of my chest)

what used to be the good days

i remember playing house.
i remember playing by myself, imagining my own universe.
i remember running around with no shoes not having a care in the world.
i remember being pushed on the swings wanting to go higher but couldn't cause i was to wimpy and my stomach couldn't handle the butterflies
i remember finally being tall enough for those enormous roller coasters and loosing my mind and laughing and crying cause it hurt so good.
i remember being outside more than i was indoors.
i remember going on field trips and how it was such a special occasion.
i remember going to the zoo and wanting to be an animal trainer, then the next day i wanted to be a whole new person and i could be.
i remember staring at the clock waiting for the bell to ring to get those permanant grass stains on my skidded up knees.
 these were the good days. these are the days i crave for.