I miss how we used to be; so carefree, our faces beaming with unbridled joy, our lips pulling apart in ear to ear grins, our hearts soaring with every breath we take, our joints doing little victory dances with every step.
It seems almost too surreal, like I've lived through a dream. Nay. It is as if the best time spent was the only reality I have ever survived, and everything else is a dream. A nightmare really, for when reality (now) dawns, I realise that this dream I have awaken from is harsh. It strips me from re-creating that same perfect moment. No matter how hard I try, it can never be the same.
There will always be at least an element missing.
I therefore deduce that the grass is truly greener on the other side.
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