I miss you.

I am overwhelmed sometimes by how much I miss them. 

I've learned to move forward in order to be healthier, in order to be okay. But today I am reverting for just a moment. Imagining how last year was and how much I took for granted all of the time that Listo and Hubba lived in the same city.

Today I am remembering the good, beautiful things like: pachouli, cozy apartment, seated under the best window frames in all of Cleveland, orange wall, deflating air mattress, sitting at the table studyingcryinglovingbeing, cloves, front porches, white rocking chairs, cement steps, the tree on fire, knowing they love me, being connected through words or silence, pots and pans create music and Hubba reads and Listo dances and claps her hands, we take trips to Chattanooga and eat Lupy's and drink Greyfriar's, riding back listening to music, feeling safe, holding hands and making them laugh because they have really good laughs. Sometimes there was conflict but always there was love. 

This semester is so different. Hard, but good. I am developing solid relationships with really amazing people. I have felt stronger in my weakness and have taken really positive steps. But sometimes I would give it all back if you still lived in the same city as me. 

I luff ju berry mush.