Remember the years when we fell in love while morning mist gathered in the early hours of the day, and the slow walks home under the soft swaying trees along the trails?

The future we would fabricate and dream about- what we really hoped for, was all uncertain. And how innocent everything was...and how perfect it all seemed.

Our lives was a story out of those cliche cheesy teenage romance novels.
We had it all.


I miss that so so much.

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I miss Northwood so much and the shitastic memories it left me with.
Bahhhhhh.
How did I end up here?
When did we get so old, and how did time fly by so fast?