I will miss 2008 all my life.
The year I found love, and turned twenty and the year little Plato was born.
We walked hand in hand, eating chine badam and I pretended I was a good girl and did not smoke.
He broke his alcohol virginity.
I tried to dress up and stopped wearing over-sized clothes.
There must have been many other things, but certain things I remember more than others-and I also realize that these moments made me distracted and deviate from the path I should have taken, but now the moment of reckoning has come. I have messed up a little bit, but a great many things remain. I am still only 22 going on 23, life has just begun.
Somehow, I have realized that nobody can suppress my mind for long. So goodnight and goodluck, my detractors. The mind has just witnessed a glorious morning.
Only, I will always miss 2008.