it’s realising that you’re not as amazing as your first-grade teacher told you’d be.
it’s knowing that the monsters under your bed and in your closet are out in the real world, hidden and deadly.
it’s wanting to go back to that innocent, wide-eyed kid who only wanted to grow up.
it’s finding a way to care for those who’ve always cared for you.
it’s realising the future isn’t as magical as you’d always imagined.
it’s longing for things that may never come.
it’s watching your best friends become adults and move away.
it’s falling in love with people who don’t exist.
it’s discovering that life didn’t suddenly change when you turned sixteen, or eighteen, or twenty.
it’s the desire to return to a golden past, and a fear of moving forward to an unknown future.