slitting my wrist,
die in a fire,
I honestly can’t even explain how happy I am that you’re home. I missed talking to you in person. I missed riding in the car with you. I missed you messing with me all the time. I missed you pulling me closer to you when we’re trying to sleep. I missed your music. I even missed you waking me up in the middle of night because you can’t sleep. The distance was hard and will be hard next semester, but you are completely worth it. I love you more than anything.