i thought i would be more sad. more distraught. i dont really know what i was expecting but not really this. it feels like nothing has changed. that i could go to your house right now and see you there.
i know that when you come home it will feel like no time has passed but while the time is passing i will always wish that we were all together. and i have hardly any time left with the rest of them.
you shouldn't have been first to go.
i want only the best for you and i hope you find something that you're looking for. don't make this trip for not.
until you come home i'll just wait. i'll wait and try to entertain myself.
like i said, i'll prob read.
a whistle is a sound of hope, when you're scared and all seems lost.
1 comment:
This is how I feel too! Lately, you've been taking what I feel and making it articulate.
I love you.
Have fun, Harrison!
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