I miss the days when I was young. Inspired and ambitious. I wanted to change the world.
I miss the days when I was innocent and naïve. Unyielding, uncompromising. I stood for what I believe in.
I miss the days when I was stronger. Agile and functional. I went to all the places that I wanted to go.
I miss the days when I was a man. Able to stand for my own, accepting my responsibility with pride.
I miss the days when I was me. Shy and curious. Willing to learn and to try but to timid to move.
I miss the days when I was with him. When it was all smiles and laughter. It was one the days that I can say I was happy. Those days are rare.
I miss the time when I was able to make him smile. The sound of his laughter and the way his eyes disappears every single time. It was an achievement of the highest order.
I miss the days when we fought or argued. Feelings were hurt but the honesty and love was there. It was one of those rare days that I could say, I was at least honest with myself.
But most of all, I miss him. I miss his face, I miss his touch. I miss his kiss, I miss his hugs. I miss voice, I miss his mind. I miss his warmth, I miss his joy. I miss him so bad it hurts...
