grow up

I'm scared to grow up. I'm scared to look back on my life and think, "Wow, remember when this happened? Remember when she dated him? Remember when I liked him? Remember when I was friends with her? Remember when I first met him?" These things that are our reality are only little pieces of our lives. Small fragments that we can only see a little bit at a time. But when we look into the past, we see how it has smoothly run into each other we barely notice it's changing. I know I'm going to miss this time of my life. Freedom and good memories.

{We are the reckless we are the wild youth.
 - Youth, Daughter


love, savannah