Ah, Sixteen. Sixteen my dear. I miss you.
I miss your light spirit. I miss your innocent awkwardness. You thought it was awful. Yes, you did. You thought the world was ending and you would never find happiness. I miss how you thought the world was so dark, yet you were so far from it. You hid behind this name, wanting so badly to be a goth chick.
Oh how I laugh at you. I don't laugh to be mean, my dear. If you had seen and heard the things I have, you wouldn't be the same. You wouldn't have your beautiful innocence. You listened to the Beatles 24/7, if I remember correctly. You had blonde hair. Why did you hide behind this dark name? You