I miss myself

I miss you,
I miss you my old self.
The happiness....the youthfull joy

I miss my old self.
Before I knew her life was bad. Real bad.
Now I realise she has infected me with optimism, happiness, joy, success, laughter and everything that is good.
How great can a person be? She surpasses even that.
Now I know I can't have her I realise that all she has brought me is worth nothing without her, without her presence...without her laughter and without her smile nothing makes sense.

I never thought I would say this but.... ignorance was a bliss.

I miss my old ignorant self.
I miss the miserable times.
I miss...I miss ....I miss myself.