I miss them. Even it had only been a week since I was saw them.
Funny. I lived (almost, I think) hundreds of miles away from them and wouldn't be as homesick as I am now, only a mere two hours away from them.
During these hard times, I just need them.
Their presence, their advice, their smile.
Reassurance, as they are always the ones who would never leave my side.
Even when I fucked things up badly.
After five years, I thought it was enough to make me a so-called independent person.
But now I realized, no matter how far I'll go, how long I'll be away,
I will always be their little girl.
And I will have no problem with that.
I miss you and I love you guys.
So effing much.