Your Voice Calls Me Home

It's been so long since I've talked to you,
...since I've talked to you...
Since you've talked to me -- No Passenger-side Rear-view Mirror, LOFN

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Sitting in San Diego, in the heart of the Valley and hearing your voice in my ears is quite a confusing sensation. It's almost as though you're sitting right here, and everything is as it should be, which is to say, nothing is right -- or the way one wishes it could be. But if that were the case, then I would gladly say that that is the way that it should be. I couldn't want anything else than to have some of my older friends here with me. The people with whom I've been through thick and thin. The people with whom I've seen the beginning an the end...

What I wouldn't give to have you here with me. Why can't you just apparate to me? Didn't you learn that one yet? Haven't I? haha.... well, one can always wish, right? And isn't wishing just enough?...
...

Did I hurt you that much? I'm sorry. I know we've been over this. I know we've been through these apologies more than one time already, and I know that what has been said is in the past; we move on, right? But I still want you here with me. I still miss you more than most, and consider you in the group of the top 5 people I would like to have here with me: Nick Whitaker, Jon Kielman, My parents, and You. Sure I wish there were others here, but I know that if there were anyone I could have with me, you guys would be it. Next would be a list in no particular order of Mike Burns and his family, Dani, Tucker, Paul McClendon... yeah...

I have to remember to just say "Adieu".
"Forget what's behind you."