Today I was thinking about spring time when I was in high school. Since we are nearing spring break for the rest of society, I was thinking about how we used to like go and camp as a family. Annette just brought me back so much teenage angst when it came to dating.

It made me think about all of the stories that I would read were appropriate for my age, but had a romantic under tone in a way that I would never understand.

Will probably never be in a position where the world is ending in the guy that I love is dying or being in love with an actual vampire werewolf.

But this kind of weather brings me back to late night target shopping, writing letters that I would never send. Crying over boys who wouldn’t text me back. Fantasizing about soccer mates.

It brings back this kind of nostalgia that I don’t think I’ll ever experience again and it humbles me because I’m so glad that I am not in any way shape or form in that place anymore so I have nothing to worry about since I found my person.

But it’s so funny to me how one little breeze, one little scent, one sip of a drink can bring you right back to when you were 16 and you thought the worst thing that could ever happen to you was a broken heart