I miss you again. I know I shouldn't, but I can’t help it. I know that having you was sometimes a comfort blanket, but I realize that a lot of the time it wasn't. I just wanted more than you gave me, it was never enough. And I don’t know why it was so hard for you. I was so open and honest all the time, but you couldn't give that back to me. Soon I’ll be home and we’ll both know that we’re only a small drive apart, but I can't do that again. I can't do what happened last summer over again, it wasn't worth it. At least thats what I keep telling myself.














