Subjects old and bland

Remember when we thought today, February 28th, was SO, extremely far away. All this time of waiting has passed us by so fast, and I feel as if we've all even changed in that long amount of time. A few months, I consider that long. Maybe you don't. But, so much could happen/did happen in those months. From growing closer, to growing apart. From learning new habits, to forgetting old ones.
Maddi and I always talk about this. If someone took a picture of us now, and showed it to us five years ago, what would we have said?
I remember writing something like this before, but it's always one of the first wonders crossing through my thinking path. I'm almost positive I would be happy with the picture, with that moment in time of my life (or what I had thought it was going to be like). I probably couldn't have even waited to grow up. Only to find that, everything isn't always as great as it seems. Maybe I don't stop and think, and look around at what's great in my life. Maybe I want more. Maybe I'm perfectly happy with everything. I've recently found out that only I can know these things about myself. As well as anybody thinks they know me, they don't. Except maybe Maddi. But even then, talking with her last night has got me thinking. It's really, really hard to trust anyone but yourself, and your other half.
I'm not trying to tell you that I dislike my life, because one person is missing out of it. Or that I love my life, because that one person came back. I don't base the way my life goes, from the people in it. I base it on how I feel, that second, right when the question is asked. Because no matter what, I know that I have everyone I need. Right here, right now, this section of my life. This second, I'm happy with how things are going, but not happy at the same time. I wish I could describe this to you in a way that you would understand. Just know, I AM fine.

It's also funny, (this contradicting everything I have just wrote) that one person from the outside. Sitting back, and noticing little hints I've given out. That all of us have given out. We haven't told you these things, but you just have your way of knowing. You're not the only person though. There's been a few others, too. But everyone sees it, except the actual cause. Except the main point in this paragraph. Except you. Weird how you think you're the only one feeling this way, but in reality, there are SO many more people feeling exactly how you feel. We didn't even know, we didn't even guess. It's just nice knowing you're not the only one.