Night

I finally made my way back to Manayunk. It doesn’t feel like my home any more. I feel like home is 5528 West Ave or the ICU, as sad as that sounds. We all miss you. This just isn’t fair. You just need a 2nd chance. I laughed and cried a few times today. It was such a beautiful day today. I found a voicemail you left me in October. We should’ve gone to The Biscuit. I remember that call. I remember that day. It was a beautiful day, but I had gone out the night before and all you wanted was to go down the shore.














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