A deal's a deal.

I met the old crew just now. Old in every sense of the word. Cause 8 yrs down the line we are getting a bit old and because the memories we shared they seems so long ago... So old... But it feels like nothing has changed. I'm still the girl who counts backwards to them. And as we sit at the bar recounting old tales of yore I feel a yearning in my heart. A yearning for a life I left behind. Nobody tells you what it means to be married, to agree to certain things that every bone in your body says no way, hose to. But hey, a deal's a deal. So you bite the insides of your cheeks every time u find yourself missing this or that or something until the feeling hopefully passes over... Maybe the right thing to do is to burn all bridges. That way you don't get reminded of the way things were and how free you were. That way you can bury your wild child and pretend to be the yuppie scum wannabe he married.