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I've been sitting here trying to figure out how to reiterate my wonderful break.
All I keep thinking about are words like comfort and touch and love and smiles and laughter.
It was so nice to see people again.
So nice to feel loved again, in ways that new friends can't always fulfill.
Not all old things go bad.
Old things can be comforting and reassuring and tangeable reminders of your happy thoughts.
Mm, tangeable reminders of the things you know are good and have been good all along.
So here I sit, playing back the last 5 days, zoning out into my memories and catching myself smiling.
I cannot let myself forget this feeling.
All I keep thinking about are words like comfort and touch and love and smiles and laughter.
It was so nice to see people again.
So nice to feel loved again, in ways that new friends can't always fulfill.
Not all old things go bad.
Old things can be comforting and reassuring and tangeable reminders of your happy thoughts.
Mm, tangeable reminders of the things you know are good and have been good all along.
So here I sit, playing back the last 5 days, zoning out into my memories and catching myself smiling.
I cannot let myself forget this feeling.