I would stop time to stay with you

I promised myself that I wouldn't listen to "Dakota" or "Last Summer" until the summer time. But I broke the rules and listened to them tonight. They both trigger so many memories.

I want to go back to Pierce. To the best days of my life.
I miss being up there. Being free. Feeling infinite. Living with my mom.

I miss those days. And I miss those nights. And I miss our mixed CD's, our night drives through the forests, our huge boxes of Bazooka gum, our Sunkist slushies, our trips to Silverwood, floating down the creek on inter tubes that always seemed to pop, and the nights where we'd stay up until 4:00 in the morning. My mom is my real best friend. And I know I've talked about this so many times but I think about it every day.

I miss my real home.