every night, i open the door. i know it won't happen, but i still wish. every morning, i wake up. i definitely know that's not happening yet, but i still wish. i check my voicemail, my texts, and make my daily calls, and i wish. but that's not where it's at, so instead i have to redirect myself. instead of wishing, instead of hopelessly hoping, i'll be thankful. thankful for the thought, thankful for the longing, thankful for the meaning it's given, and the life it has become. thank you. i miss you.
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