it will come back. it has to. this summer is going to be great.
but i’m scared about next year - so, so scared. people are leaving and some probably won’t come back. those i love will love others. i won’t be alone, and i hope i won’t be lonely, but it bothers my heart. i just want everything to stay the same forever, to stay here in this house with these people in this neighbourhood forever.
i can’t, and i won’t, but i want to.
