Ode to 18

I miss being 18.

She was carefree, she was bold, she was courageous. 
She learned so much more than I ever could now. 
She felt things so big, she could be sad and bounce back, and she knew what it meant to be persistent.
She had a joy for life, an eagerness to keep going, to grow.

I don't have much time for feeling anymore, and what a weight that can be.
I miss going on walks on nice days. 
I miss being excited. 
I miss living with my freshman-year roommate.
I miss the feeling of tears drying, knowing that it would all turn out okay.

I was softer.

I miss her.

-Emma Lancaster

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