The minute we got back on the highway I couldn't speak.
I still can't.
This weekend I remembered what it's like to feel comfortable and I almost wish I hadn't. That's not true, Richmond and Stay Sweet was nothing less than wonderful but I guess it ended far too soon and now I'm waiting to leave again and I know that's backtracking from where I was before I left, when I didn't even want to leave.
It doesn't help the person that was drawing me back here isn't here.
I have to remember how much I loved Asheville a few days ago, because right now I can't stop comparing it to how I felt this weekend and how much that feels like my life and the one I'm always looking for when it's not around.
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