Today I feel like talking to you, but unfortunately you are too far from here. I miss so much those times when I could just run downstairs and pick up my car keys, run out the door and get a ticket for speeding up the boulevar to your house. A ticket I would never pay.
I am little far, having the time of my life, but away from you; the friend that saw me grow up and evolve to what I am today. You don't really care why I did it. You just know I did it, and you have more explanations for my actions, than I do myself.
I see now how fun you are, and how much of my time I spent looking at you; your mistakes and problems, instead of my lifelong issues. I now have enough time to look at them and be with me and the dream of someday having a home I can call home in every way possible.
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