The Good Old Days

I remember the good days.

These days there are small-minded people with big-mouthed opinions, and love that never lasts, and even the most sacred of promises are broken with lies and treachery. These days are driven by greed, and impatience, and laziness, and it's hard for me now to believe that once I was oblivious to all these things. But I was.

I remember the good days.

These days a person will do just about anything for their moment in the spotlight. Attention is attention, no matter if good or bad, and these days, well... it's mostly bad. These days even the most truthful lie, even the most beautiful are ugly inside, even the most caring can be careless. It's hard for me now to believe there was an exception to all these things. But there was.

I remember the good days.

There was a time when love was all that mattered. True love. Not that fake, plastic stuff that only lasts a week before those involved decide they're tired of putting on the masquerade of happiness and perfection. True love. When nothing mattered more than seeing you smile, and fighting with you only brought us closer, and I could fall asleep in your arms and never be scared. It's hard for me now to believe I trusted you so much. But I did.

I remember the good days.

There was a time when I didn't notice all that was wrong with the world. When I saw everything and everyone through a pair of rose colored glasses, and the world was magical and people were kind and love was a real thing. There was a time when I couldn't see the hate emanating from everyone around me, the greed and the jealousy and the laziness was there, I just couldn't see it. When you're in love, really in love, that happens and you don't realize it. You think that everyone must be as happy as you are. Life is wonderful for you and you can't imagine pain, so you can't imagine everyone else struggling while you float through life, unaware of them. It's hard for me to imagine being so oblivious, but I was.

I remember the good days.

There was a time when I had my entire life planned out with you. We would be married and have two children and a dog and a house with a pool and we would always love each other above everything else. We would dance in the dark and you'd sing me to sleep every night and every morning would be a party, just for us. We would survive on kisses and Cosmic Brownies and love. We would bake at 3 AM just because we wanted to, we would travel the world and visit our families and play games with our children because we would forever be children ourselves. We would never take each other for granted. Never stop cherishing the little things. And never, ever fall out of love.

But here we are.

The good old days are gone. Looking back, the possibility that the good old days never even existed is a thought quite hard to keep away. Maybe we were just fooling ourselves, maybe we fell too fast, too hard, too young. Maybe you weren't the guy I thought you were and maybe I was never good enough for you and maybe we were wrong about being soulmates. Maybe our purpose was to teach us that just because it looks like love, feels like love, tastes and sounds and breathes like love...doesn't mean it is. Maybe our purpose was to teach us there is no such thing as love, because I think if there was, what you and I had was it. And looking at the world now that the good old days are over, that theory is burrowing its way deep into my soul. No such thing as love. It's a horrible thought, but here it is. And I would choose to believe that there's no such thing as love over believing our love was fake. 

Sometimes, I miss the good old days. Sometimes, I think the good old days are yet to come.

Reviews

[nostal]

Lol just let go of all this angst and become an existentialist.

[zainul]

I can assure that the good old days are yet to come for you.
You are too young to lament.
But,your write is wonderful.
I enjoyed reading each line.
I am an optimist at about 60.
You may also love to be an optimist at 18.

[Samuel Dickens]

First of all, let me say that your writing is excellent. (I'll bet your english teachers love you) On the subject--"good old days" may occur several times in your life, but it looks like you've already figured that out.