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My heart is bursting at the thought of going home.
I like it here a lot, I like everything about it.
But, I like everything about home so much more.
Maybe not more, but more worthwhile.
This must be love.
Love for a place.
My heart feels like a balloon that is being over blown.
And I'm happy.
Perhaps this is not love, but longing, missing.
I'm even more sure that I want to be going to SFU next year.
I'm just rambling. I don't know. I'm just excited to be going home.
Back to studying and waiting for Mitch to finish his study group.
Mitch is good for company, and I like him. But, I need all-consuming love.
I still hold a torch.
I like it here a lot, I like everything about it.
But, I like everything about home so much more.
Maybe not more, but more worthwhile.
This must be love.
Love for a place.
My heart feels like a balloon that is being over blown.
And I'm happy.
Perhaps this is not love, but longing, missing.
I'm even more sure that I want to be going to SFU next year.
I'm just rambling. I don't know. I'm just excited to be going home.
Back to studying and waiting for Mitch to finish his study group.
Mitch is good for company, and I like him. But, I need all-consuming love.
I still hold a torch.