My dear old plain grey, striped long sleeve shirt, oh the feeling when worn you bring.
High school sleepy days of staring out the bus winow in the rain, listening to old but still the best music whilst dreaming about who I could be.
You remind me of the exciting classes where we adventured out into the hiking trails, smelling pine and listening to nothing but birds and laughter.
I admit, you bring all of these memories rushing back to me.
I love it, and it makes me a little sad, because I thought I was destined to become that famous writer, or photojournalist or that artist (although I could still turn my life around,
the young me thought I would have already made it).
Wearing you makes me remember all the hopefulness I had to towards my future, all the doodles on my math textbook about adventures I'd inevitably have.
It makes me remember when I felt cute, how I liked my hair that day, how the boy I liked had smiled my way.
Wearing you makes me remember walking down these long, silent and bright halls headed for the library where I could dream some more.
Wearing you brings back all of the childish daydreams where in the end I would be my own hero, I would find my happy ever after, and there was no if and's or's or but's about it.
Seeing you wrap so gently around me like you've finally been able to hug your old friend, I am reminded of what used to make me happy, why it is so important to dream,
and that sometimes it's ok to hold onto that old part of you. We grow up so quickly, so hold onto those young parts of you that made you excited about life.
Hold on to those parts that made your heart race over a simple smile. Hold onto those parts of you that never wanted to put that book down. Hold on, and never let go.
One day, you won't remember all those feelings, until you find an old relic of your past, that forces you to once again dream.