A couple days ago, someone said, "Well, we've only got about four more months here anyway.." That's it. Four months and I'll be repacking my bedroom into plastic bags and moving wherever I end up. Of course, I'm excited, but putting it's putting everything into perspective. We cleaned out our big freezer recently and inside were those 100 ice pops we bought at the beginning of one summer that we never even came close to finishing. There's very little I feel I'm leaving behind in Delaware, but it just hit me that one of them is you. Even though we don't talk anymore, even though I've seen you few enough times to count on one hand in a year, I can't help but feel weird that I'm going to be so far from you. A piece of me has a hard time seeing your photo and remembering that you were once the only thing I saw hope in. I never expected to marry you, I never expected to still be with you when I went off to college, but now that I'm so close to the times I didn't see you in, I feel like there's still space there. I don't miss you and I think I've said that a thousand times. A thousand times where someone doesn't believe me. I miss the comfort of warmth and spending all of your time loving someone that loves you back. I hope wherever I end up, I find that again. No matter if it means a boy, a girl, a hobby, anything. I want to feel that unconditional love.