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The other day I was going through my files and I came across pictures of Mexico, and immediately my heart hit the floor. I miss it there so much right now my bones ache. I miss the ocean and it's salty sprays, I miss the markets and the dusty roads, I miss the day time and the night, I miss the people and the friends I made. I miss someone there that I was forced to leave behind, someone who is special to me. I miss him and his kind eyes and his old shoes and the way he tried to hard to speak english with me. I miss his crumbling house and his dusty street and how he would wake me up at 5 in the morning to go surfing and even though I never wanted to get up I couldn't say no to him. And I don't care anymore if people think this is silly and laugh at me. But now he his a million miles away, and even though my spanish is in a pathetic state, I would work so hard at it just to speak with him again. I would work at it just to understand the songs he sings to me with his guitar in his lap better.
