Being with you was the only time I have ever been happy

 It used to be so simple. Like when we were little, it was all about having fun. Even if you didn’t expect to have a good time, it was guaranteed anyway. No stress. No drama. No worries. The worst that could happen was being diagnosed with the cooties. Or if you scraped your knee, you wanted to show it off since you had this cool band-aid to cover it up. And kisses would make it heal in a couple of days. The only pain we deal with now is heartbreak, where band-aids are put to no use since this type of hurt is mental. That even if you can’t see the pain, you can still feel it because you’re officially scarred for life. And when you wanted to chill with your friends, all you had to do was make sure that you were done with your homework and back in time for dinner. No questions asked because your parents trusted you. We can’t just walk out the door anymore because we have this thing called responsibility. Teachers constantly give us piles of homework that by the time we finish, it’s a brand new day. And even if you didn’t have any homework, you still had to study for that quiz the next day and complete that long list of chores. Your parents would never have agreed to let you go out anyway since you had no ride there and no ride back. Hammering you with questions, “Where are you going? Who’s going to be there? You better be back before curfew, or else…” By the time they’re done, you aren’t even in the mood to go out anymore. Its almost like we need a legitimate excuse to have fun. Now I can’t help but ask myself, “Why was I such in a rush to grow up?” It used to be so simple.