1005 Jefferson is a house of porches and clothes-lines and guitar playing and food cooking. Good memories will come from here.
I want to know what it feels like to look into your eyes and feel so alive and know that you look in mine and feel the same. I want to reach out my hand and meet yours and feel a connection of warmth running from your body to mine. I yearn for that connection of awkwardness that will make my heart flutter like I'm 16 all over again. I sit here tonight wondering if you are thinking of me at the same time that I am thinking of you. I wonder if your mind gets overwhelmed like mine does. I wonder if late at night you lie on your back, looking up at a dark ceiling and think about me. You have passion, confidence, compassion, dreams, and a bright future that I always want to know. You have so much on your mind, that I hope you find a peace inside that.
Also blog, I still owe you tornado stories and pictures, and country stories and pictures. Don't let me forget.
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