a hopeful revival

Unexpected

but a blessing.

Or at least what I hope will be one.

A surprise

something I normally don't like

but this time

it's different.

It's different because it's you.

Because you reached out

because you made me so happy

because you were my best friend.

I've missed you for years.

Years that have felt like decades

like centuries

like forever.

This is a sign.

My sign

my reminder

that those who are meant to be,

will always find their way back.

So welcome home.

Welcome back, my friend.

Even after all these years,

you haven't been forgotten.

ninestars

MD

15 years old

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