Sitting in the bus I let a quiet sigh escape my lips. It's been eight hours since I started my return, still two more to go. Unable to sleep despite my tiredness my thoughts drift away. It's hard not to compare the current situation to that of a year ago, it's all too similar, just like a déjà vu, yet so different. Hope and wanting filled my heart back then, there was this anxiousness in the air. Not now though. I'm feeling incomplete in a way, but I can't say I'm not excited to return either. I'm glad to be headed home. After what happened I used to think there was nothing out there for me. I was wrong. I've got them. No matter how much shit life throws our way, we still got each other to hold on to. Even if we're as brokenhearted as they come we'll keep on supporting each other. And this is enough. I love you guys.
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