I long for the problems which require you only to sit back and hope for the best. The ones you may ignore, push away, the ones that time fights for you. The problems that you have until life turns and smiles at you and shouts ‘fixed it’. I’d take 100 of those problems over this one.
But I truly thing I’m over it. I’m no longer yours, at all. I’m myself again and I’m having so much fun.