This post is not written because I don't want what I have. I love what I have. Sometimes, though, you just remember and smile.
I want to start getting ready to go out a 10pm. I want to listen to the music in my car as loud as I want and not care who is watching me sing and dance. I wish for the days where I never had to be anywhere at any time and hanging out doing nothing was on the days agenda. Every day. I want to have a crush. I want to eat a cheeseburger deluxe with fries and gravy on the side at 2am at our diner. I want to eat that after a night filled with too much alcohol and too many cigarettes. I wish for those nights that were so great you wished they would never end. I long for those days when everything about each other was new, the passion was endless and being without each other for an hour was unbearable.
I want to eat pizza every night. I want to be as skinny as I was in high school. I want to go to parties every weekend with friends I have had since I was 4. I want my phone to ring at 3am with someone who just wants to talk to me. I want to have a sleepover. I want a secret admirer. I want to run until I thought my sides were going to split. I want to dream what my husband is going to look like and where we are going to live. I want to get a note passed to me in class. I want to wear a too-short dress and not care, because I can.
I want to swing on a swing under a full moon and go higher than I have ever gone before.