I miss certain feelings.

Not places, not people. Feelings.

Like the pure bliss you can’t explain as you’re laying on the beach listening to the waves crash at a constant, steady pace.

Or the things you associate with your best friend. Sometimes I’ll be walking down the street and pass a store or a crosswalk and something comes over me. All those memories from that random day in March that happened in that Starbucks. When we took pictures of the cute guy sitting a couple tables away. I don’t miss that moment, I miss how I felt. And I know that I’ll never feel exactly that way again.

Or that day at an amusement park with a group of your best friends.

How the guys made fun of you for screaming your head off on the wooden roller coaster. The taste of the $7 cotton candy melting on your tongue. The flip your stomach made every time you strapped yourself into a ride. How you spent all your money in one day, but were completely okay with it. How much you all laughed at the stupidest things.

And there will be plenty more times in my life that I will be that happy.

But I will never feel exactly like that again.