And as excited as I have been to go home,
I don’t want to leave you. I can’t leave you. It’s hitting me now, as my mom is an hour away, on how bad I will actually miss you. Ani, I love you and I can’t wait to see you next year already, even though you’re only a few feet away from me, in my room right now.
Because in an hour, you won’t be.
And I’ll wish you were.
