And every once in a while, I feel this desperate yearning for the past.
Recently, it's been a very recent past.
Right now, it's for a moderately distant past.  
7th grade.
Streamwatch.
Simplicity.
Easy boy problems.
Easy break-ups.
But then I don't want to lose what I have now.
Caring enough about each other to make those break-ups hard.
The desire to fight for friendships that begin to fade and stumble.
Those people who I can talk to no matter what.

And then, think about what I was missing, I don't miss the past at all.
I look back on it
fondly
nostalgically
and sometimes
bitterly.
But I don't miss it, because I grow from my past.
And best of all?
The people I miss from my past are still with me today.
Maybe not in person
But they're always around.