Just this feeling when you part ways with people you care about, people you love. “Get home safe.” “Take care.” “Be good.” Go back out into that world away from me, and come back to me soon and in one piece. Come back with fun stories, and let’s make some fun stories of our own. Come back with a tan, come back with a new job or a new adventure or your hair different. Just come back at some point.
God, Chris, your words still kill me.