Today I secretly wished that somehow, the years wound back and we were right there, sitting on the floor again, singing to familiar music. That the years apart hadn't really changed much.
But I know that I made my own journey. You made yours. And it did change us. And we came back to this city believing differently, when we once saw the same things the same way.
I still wonder at times what I would have done differently, even if I already know the events really were beyond my control.
But I digress. I still mean it: you are loved, and prayed for, and in most days, deeply missed.
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