The extremity of this emotion is pouring over me like hot oil. I have felt this pain, but never with this much passion. The nostalgia is bringing tears to my eyes and pain through my abdomen.

I want to cry. Badly. I miss the old days. No high school drama, no boys to inflict pain upon our hearts, no secrets, no lies, no cleverness to go behind each other’s backs.

Kindergarten. Oh how I miss it. So much different than high school. Simple art projects, simple minds, complete creativity, no cliques, no pure hatred, no rumors. Life was good back then.

Best friends was an easy term and a supposedly everlasting bond. Not that any of us had none that back then. Life was easy. We didn’t understand the pain of the world, the pain of our countries, the pain of our states, our towns, our own families. Boys had cooties, we had B.F.F.s, there was story time, nap-time, art time, free time. We had all the time in the world to play, to write, to learn.

Now, all that’s changed. We all miss it. I know we do, no matter how far down. The pain is there and the ripping in my stomach every time I see little kids with their easy-going attitude isn’t annoyance, I know that now, it’s jealousy.