innocence.

It's the first time that I've been here, since I was here with him. I remember all the wildflowers waving in the wind. Life was an undiscovered river; I was jumping in...head first. It was sink or swim, do or die, sneaking out on summer nights. Stealing wine from my pa; the thrill of not getting caught. And now and then, I miss those days. But coming back, to this place, I realize, it ain't him I miss. It's that young girl, wide-eyed, first love, one time, innocence. We ran off to the corn field just outside the county fair. There were butterflies in my stomach, and fireflies in the air. He tried hard not to show it, but he was just as scared, as me. Coming here, has made me come to this...The one thing I can't get back is the one thing I miss. It was breaking rules, flying blind, what you see through younger eyes. It wasn't what I thought it was. Man, I swore he was the one. It's that innocence.