It's been a while, at least for me.

I was here before. It has been 5 years since then and I regret growing up, but don't we all?

I feel like I matured a lot and my values on love and relationships have changed. It makes everything that I was once in love with, hate. The child in me packed her bags and left, without a note. And I miss her. It was a simple, naive time. My return is an invitation for her to come back. Please, come back.