Thought of you a lot last night as I drove back to campus from Cincinnati a little later than I should. Missing you today. Every time I go to play guitar, I always wind up playing something that makes me think of you. I miss seeing you light up every time I played a song you introduced me to, and you’d dance and air-guitar like a fool, entertaining yourself and everyone around you.
“See once in a while when it’s good
It’ll feel like it should
And they’re all still around
And you’re still safe and sound
And you don’t miss a thing
‘til you cry when you’re driving away in the dark.”