I didn't think I'd honestly write you back. I thought I reached my
breaking point a long long time ago. Feeling broken, abandoned,
forgotten after we broke up, but today just driving in this
beautfiul weather I felt homesick. And I was so confused why
because I was headed home. Only gone for three days and headed
back. Then I realized it wasn't about being home it was about you.
It was about my best friend. It was about us sitting on the beach
where we felt the world right there in our finger tips together. I
never got when you said you could just be friends with me till
today. When you yearn for a person so much, so hard, and for so
long that it doesn't matter in what shape or form you get them as
long as it's a piece. I get it now. I know we can't be friends any
time soon with these lives we have going but thought I'd just tell
you I'm finally ready to. I don't care if we ever end up together
as long as I get to just hear from you. Talk to you about anything
and everything. As long as I can get that feeling of the world
being ares for the taking.