i want to sit on a kitchen counter in my underwear at 3 am with you and talk about the universe
I tend to miss it more than I ever wanted to. You spend so long saying you can’t wait to go. And then in a simple hot, tear filled, ceremony it’s all gone. All the memories stay but a memory is nothing physical. The hardest was and still is saying goodbye. You think it gets easier. But every time I come home I realize more and more how much I’ve changed. How much everything has changed.
I miss seeing all of my friends everyday. Nothing ever beats “my crew”. Lunch time in JMo’s room after she left the school. That was the best part of the day. The stupid shit we used to do and the chillfests we used to plan. What I would do for one more lunch.
I’m not unhappy where I am now. I’m more than happy. College in the city is what I always dreamed of. Some dreams can come true I guess. But the happier I am in the city, the more I miss home. The more I miss how great everything was a year ago. I wish we could all just have one more day. I never guessed I’d ever feel like this.