EDIT: In light of the conversation we had where you felt I was pressuring a conversation you weren't ready for, I wanted to put a warning and disclaimer on this post. If you are feeling like lovey topics would trigger you, don't read any further. I don't even know if you'll ever read this website again. My intentions are to write what I am feeling, thinking, and doing, and nothing more. I promise I have no intentions to pressure you. I had these thoughts today, and I wrote them on this website. I do hope you'll read it some day, and I do hope you believe my intentions are pure.

Here I am, back in NC for a week to work.

I just landed here and drove around today, and in the little time I've been here I was reminded of why I moved to FL so very strongly.

I hate the way people are here. Even a nurse at the doctor's office said everyone here was fake (she was from Atlanta.) I hate the way people drive here. It is very deeply offensive to pass someone who is driving under the speed limit, so much so they will spitefully cut you off moments afterwards.

I hate how far away everything is, and how even when you get to your destination it is lackluster.

Then I remembered how I used to talk to you for hours about hating this place, and was very strongly reminded...

I moved to FL because I love you, beautiful.