It Was All A Dream

When did enough become not enough? When did laying in the covers on the floor listening to John Legend wear off? At what point did I need to start wearing more than lip gloss and mascara to be considered beautiful? Did I miss this memo that holding hands at the outdoor market no longer qualifies as quality time? I remember when a simple kiss was enough to set a soul on fire! I'm assuming that taking photos of inanimate objects because they make you smile, no longer meets the standard either. Who sucked the life out of these intimate moments and told us they weren't enough? Take me back to that place where we can be okay with doing nothing but feeling everything. Or maybe it could be that no one ever saw things my way, but I was surrounded by people who didn't mind allowing me to enjoy my fairytales.