The Longing

Hey, I miss you more than I will ever openly admit to your face. I wish we could go back in time and re live everything. Even the good and the bad. I want to experience it all again – maybe then we could do things right. —-

Done A Lot Of Growing Lately

I work in the mail room of a small university. We occasionally get deliveries for people who are no longer here; in this case, it was a small bouquet of flowers. Alas, the intended recipient left, years ago.