
I miss rain. I miss everything I had some day and haven’t given the value. I miss being a little girl without any worry but what was going to ask for as a Christmas gift. I miss believing in everything people told me, I really miss that security. I miss feeling that being alone is good enough, that’s being me was good enough. I miss believing that you want to protect me and carry about me most than everything. I miss believing that everything I live is true. I miss having friends just for play with toys. Nothing about boys or any popular thing… It was all about our Polly and Barbie. I miss talking with people who care. Because you really like to ask me to call, but you never call me either. Why should I be the only one who cares? I miss talk with someone who will not start with anything like “my pain is bigger” or “how boring are you talking all this shit”. I need help here, dude. And you, yeah you, who told me that I must talk to you, you just don’t give a shit. I can’t find a reason to believe that you would. It’s just that I care a lot about you and for some time I thought you do the same, but you don’t. No one does.
I miss having anything but dreams on my mind. I miss dreaming, I miss it a lot. I miss times that I wish something that I don’t even know what was. I miss having just my doubts and no worrying about answering it. I miss believing in fairytales. I miss not to dream with prince. I miss even more believing that he was out there and some day I was going to find him. I miss believing that people would be nice and friendly. I miss believing that everything was just a matter of time.
I miss a little girl I knew someday, with dreams and cute smile. Someone who believed yourself more that everything, that wanted to learn, to touch and to feel everything. Someone who believed in friendship and family. I want to find this little girl again and tell her not to carry the world in her back, because she doesn’t need to. Tell her that she is good enough and that she must think about herself first, because no one deserves it.
I want to tell her to play more, to fake more, to care less. Life is too short to be taking seriously. Just now I got it. I miss times that I could say “I love you” to the people who really deserves to hear it. I miss times that I saw you as my hero. I miss my naïve, my innocent, my blindness. I miss myself.