Lucky; To Be Coming Home Again.
"Lucky to have been where I have been."
It's my favorite talking with old friends. Remembering how all we ever talked about was running away to Europe together. We'd be away, we'd escape. We'd have each other and nothing else until we looked for it. That's the kind of thing that I love most. The fact that we were willing to be that for each other. I've lost that with alot of people. I've lost that feeling in myself.
I think I'll write in a little.