Disappointed...heartsick. What I wouldn't give to be in Tennessee, with all of you, on May 13th. I thought I'd gotten over it, but I had a sudden urge to go check flight prices, just in case. Amazing things happen sometimes, right?
It's funny, really--I've never gotten upset over what I can't afford. After all, "stuff" doesn't matter, and I can do without most things. But this...this is different. It can't be replaced, or substituted, or experienced in any way except to simply be there. And I cannot.
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I'm sorry, Lyssa. I understand how hard that can be.
Part of me wants to suggest a car wash/bake sale fundraiser or letter writing campaign or something.
Most of me is just sorry that you're sad.
Feeling like the microcosm that was your world is now leaving you without so much as a farewell? It's hard to hear about everything happening with everyone at home and know that I will never get the chance to relive what I missed.
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