It's pretty true what they say. You don't know what you got till it's gone. Right before I go to bed I think about how good I had it. Like when I was having a bad day and somehow you knew to call me and make me feel better. Always listening to my dumb stories, then begging me to tell you about them again. I could lay in bed all day and tell you about the things I could barely say aloud. I took this picture on a train to San Diego last summer. The further away I got, the more I realized I was going the wrong direction.
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