A Fed Heart
I love coming home during breaks when everyone’s back because my heart is fed like crazy. People actually call my cell. People care what I’m doing. People call me to hang out. My friends call and want to spend time with me and it feeds my heart. They love me. Haha – sounds pretty selfish.
But these are mah boys. I know if I ever needed a place to stay, a ride cuz I’m stranded in the middle of the night, food to eat, bail from jail, anything, they’d be there for me. I would do the same for them. I love and care about them and it pains me to think that this could be the last time we spend extended time together. I don’t know where I will be after May but I know it won’t be here with them. I haven’t been home 3 days since I got back from Boston and it’s been great hanging out with them every night. Gotta enjoy this break with them.