So you're back. I don't mean it in a bad way.
I meant in surprise. Even if you did tell me "I'm back" before that day. I didn't think you actually meant it.
I had the stupidest grin on my face when you walked through the door.
Of course, class had just started and I wasn't allowed to move. But I thought about you the whole time.
Classes ended and we immediately went in for a hug. It felt amazing. That after everything you're back. Sure only for a while but still.
The hug felt like you squeezed all my broken pieces together.
I'm not going to lie. I missed you. I felt, at home with that hug.
Soon you're to be gone. And we will still not be together again.
But I'm fine with that. I'm happy.
I hope you're happy too.
But until it is time for us to part ways. I'm going to enjoy the little time we have together.