distance makes you notice the value of someone, wether they leave you or you leave them or wether they go away on vacation or they die. you only know the value of someone when they are gone wether it be temporarily or permanently, know what you have before they are gone. because i found myself sitting at home on Saturday nights taking for granted the nights we’d go eat out at 12am and wishing i could go back to each and every weekend you were close to me. i miss the car rides at 9pm as we’d watch the day turn into night, we’d kiss away the sun as we welcomed the dark sky, i guess what i’m trying to say is that i miss you and everything we do. i cant wait for you to come home, but i’m also not home, because home is the arms you hold me in and i’ve been missing those for days, please come home; i need you to stay.