Something about posting to a blog feels sort of anonymous. Even if people reading an entry know who you are, a lot of it still feels like talking to a big black void... just kind of letting this giant nothingness know what's going on, and knowing that it's just going to take it all in and not judge you or make suggestions or offer sympathy. I don't even know who reads my journal now, really... but I'll still write in it just because of that.
I know your house is still a little far away, but being in Chatham County still makes me feel like I'm back in that group we had at Northwood, and everyone's just a few miles down the road. I think that's one of the things that makes me feel so much better about being home right now -- even if it's not really true anymore.
That said, I am here, though. No one should have to be an island out here -- so know that I'm always around. Even if we're not "best" friends, you're still on my list of favorites, and you always will be. That distinction, most notably, gives you unlimited access to me and my cell phone, day or night. I don't care what's going on. If you want to call and just talk or just go somewhere or do something, I don't care, you call me.
I know your house is still a little far away, but being in Chatham County still makes me feel like I'm back in that group we had at Northwood, and everyone's just a few miles down the road. I think that's one of the things that makes me feel so much better about being home right now -- even if it's not really true anymore.
That said, I am here, though. No one should have to be an island out here -- so know that I'm always around. Even if we're not "best" friends, you're still on my list of favorites, and you always will be. That distinction, most notably, gives you unlimited access to me and my cell phone, day or night. I don't care what's going on. If you want to call and just talk or just go somewhere or do something, I don't care, you call me.
I don't "have" to say it, but I do: I love you.
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