Me Nostalgic... and just... Memories

I like remembering my past. I've had a blast in my younger years.

Me, only with 15 and feeling like the queen of the world. I actually thought I could take over the world by myself!

I was quite a charmer back then, or so I let myself believe.

I was recently out of the hospital. Somehow after all that crazy episode (meaning my operation) I got more in touch with myself. Suddenly, I decided to start my life again, like really start my life and stop being stuck in a monotony that most people learn to accept.

I was back in to the world and I wanted attention. That's when I met most of my friends: Ricardo, the dummy little bother. Luis, the sweetheart. Patrick, the hot guy. Arnaldo, the nice guy. David, the smart guy (in a way I guess)... And well they were the most important guys I met in the beginning.

We all hanged out, these crazy guys from el Hatillo and me and my friends. My group is still called the same, the girls from Prados del Este. It's kinda cute, we were like a little gang.

Remembering everything. All the dumb problems I got to have were so silly. Arnaldo loved me but I didn't love him. David liked me and I was crazy about him for some reason (right now I've got 0 idea of why I liked him).

When you are young, it's so easy to get confused and make mistakes over and over again. I think people never stop making mistakes. It's really what makes life interesting at the end. I really hate making mistakes. I tend to push myself so hard into some kind of perfection... a perfection that I don't really get.

What I love to remember about this time of my life is my friends back then. When you look at them now, they are so changed. Most of them look like totally different people, others haven't changed much. But they have all changed. Change is something I always feared back then, still kinda do.

They were all so charming back then. Just sitting and chilling in Eduardo's house. Playing guitar and talking about things they liked, things they wanted to do, or just laughed about things that happened to them.

It's kinda sad to find myself looking at strangers when some of them casually visit me or we bump in to each other. Some of them remain close, not to close but... time changes so many things... can't say I'm the same person I was back then.

But I'll never forget those fun boys that I once loved. It was all so fun while it lasted.