it's been awhile since i've driven home at five a.m., birds chirping in welcome and heat turned up so high i can't breathe.
it's been awhile since i've held a real hand and smiled like i meant it.
tonight was perfect.
perfect friends, perfect talking, perfection—
in that messy, bruised sort of way that makes everyone more comfortable,
and real.
tonight was home.
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