Being back home and hanging out with everyone is the best thing ever. Except for the fact that you're not there. Friday night i kept expecting you to knock on the door, or drive up the driveway, or that i would walk into a room and there you would be, only because it just seemed so natural for you to be there with us, living the adventure. But, it never happened. This hope and longing is all to familiar.. commee hommmmmmeeee
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