I am homesick.

I miss that golden crisp apple smell. It reminds me of the times we where in the orchard as kids playing a game of hide and seek among the trees.

I ache for the lavender sunsets there. I loved the times where we would run two miles just to make it to the big oak tree in time to climb to the top and watch the milky purple lights.

I dream of the fields of sunflowers every now and then. I was happiest when we ran through them, holding hands, thinking we will forever be this young.

But most of all, I miss you. These memories of home wouldn’t have been the same without you, and I thank you for that.

But now I’m homesick.
I’m homesick of a place i’m not even sure exists anymore.

B.K.