The one who brought me chocolate covered gummi bears who drove thirty miles at midnight to see me for two hours even though I was sweaty and smelled like teriyaki smoke who sang old madonna songs to make me smile when I was doubled over with cramps who'd call me to say "I love you" who would talk to me for four-five hours night after night who ran to get me orange juice at school the morning I woke up with a sore throat and then made sure I drank at least half of it who would draw on me when I fell asleep in class who made me a valentines card out of pink and red construction paper and who finally put himself in my shoes and tried to understand my point of view and apologized to me last night.
Which I'm extremely grateful for.
So although I'm technically okay, I still feel kind of weird. For whatever reason.
Weird and terribly, terribly homesick.
HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY OISHIRI