At 45 years old, I miss my youth. I miss being agile and young, and having the ability to be active and fit and young and attractive. I miss flirting with boys, and having abs, and doing crazy things like skinny dipping. I miss the excitement of getting ready with your girls to go out to the club or bar. I miss that beginning of the relationship feeling, where the butterflies don’t stop. I miss my style, the high-waisted cut off shorts, with graphic tees and beanies. I miss my youth.