you took something perfect and painted it red.

i miss you.
i miss the good old days.
i miss being (relatively) more carefree.
i miss being able to laugh with careless abandon.
i miss the boundless enthusiasm that used to fill each day.

now, it seems, the more i know, the more i wish i didn't.

i never wanted to see this side of things.

it seems, there's also no turning back.
i can only toughen up and get on with it.