I want to go home. I’m tired of this place, tired of this town. I’m tired of these faces that are familiar yet foreign to me.
I need my mom. I miss my family, even the crazy ones. I want to see my cousins’ babies grow up, and make up for all the family reunions I missed.
I love my friends here, but I miss my friends at home more. I want a chance to pursue my high school what-if. I want make up for the times I put my foot in my mouth around him -which continues to be every time we talk.
I left home because I thought I had found love. I wanted to get away, to find adventure, to find myself. I didn’t find love, and I found substandard versions of everything else I wanted.
After my dad passed away, I realized they were right where I left them almost twelve years ago. There they remain, a thousand miles from me.
I miss you so bad. Fuck, it hurts. Talking on the phone or computer is a cold consolation prize. I’m a hugger. I need affection. I need you.