sing me a song

They say home is where the heart is. I guess my home has moved. I'll always love my little town in Pennsylvania, and I'll always want to come back to visit and see my family and childhood friends. But now, I'm yearning to be back in Boston where my new friends are. I feel like they know a much truer version of me than the people here, and it's difficult to keep lying like this.

It's december and there is still snow on the ground, but it's 68 degrees outside. I love it. I know it's not exactly festive for christmas, but I much prefer the warm weather. Last night I went on a walk with my friend. It was nice to be able to walk without heavy coats or seeing our breath in the air. 

He's a guy I've always been in love with, and I think part of me will always be in love with him. Last night he said that he knew I liked him in high school, and apologized for anything he might have done to hurt me. He also told me that his mom always asks why he doesn't date me, I laughed and said I'd date him just to be friends with his mom. Nice of him to say all those things, and I'm glad we were honest with each other. And I was honest when he asked me if I'm still having problems with depression and eating, etc. I told him honestly that I throw up a large portion of what I eat everyday, and he kept offering to work out with me. (As if!! I could never let him see me all sweaty and disgusting.)

We talked about [sex, love, dating, drugs, alcohol, school work, politics, philosophy, foreign affairs, frat life, city life, future plans] everything. I think I could marry him. Not that we wouldn't have issues, everyone does. But we could have a lovely life, if only he weren't in the military. Oh well.