It’s one of those things that you don’t really notice until you’re sitting on the trampoline after dark and discussing Halloween plans.
Some of us wanted to go to parties and let loose. Some of us wanted to curl up in the basement, watching movies and eating candy the way we always have.
At first it’s hard to accept. I figured we would mature, but I didn’t consider how asynchronous the process would be, or how much judgemental eyes would hurt.
Maybe I am too sheltered and naive but even if they live in the “safe part of town” and their parents said they were allowed to, I am afraid. As wonderful as the potion smells I can't will myself to sip it because to me a control would be lost.
I’m learning that hopeless romantics aren’t the same as desperate-to-feel-ers, and it’s not my place to voice an opinion. I just miss when the girls came first.