I still remember leaving that goddamn town. I feel like I betrayed my dead dad by leaving. I never got to visit my gramps grave. And I remember crying in your arms. I long to climb into your chest and live there forever. I know it's over but I ache. It would have never worked and that haunts me too. All I think of is the smell of your perfume and your warmth. How I could hear you sing I the shower every time you took one. How you enjoying drawing. Your dislike of reading. How you're a math buff but bad at history. How you saw me as a person and I became so far removed from it that I shut down and gave up over time. I miss home.