Then.

I walk into the room I'm so accustomed to, and his head perked up.
Acknowledgement swept across his face and he jumped off the bed, ran to me, picked me up, literally rocking my socks off, hugged me.
And then it felt real.
I'd been lying to myself before this.
They really are my family.
I do need them.
More than i imagined just a few days ago.
They mean so fucking much to me, that I can't understand why i wanted to let it all go.
I really, really enjoy being around them, and with them.
And it hurt so good to hear that she could never take my place.
I wish i could say that I wish things had turned out different, but I don't, and I can't.
We needed to go to zorbas today.
I needed to reconnect.
Now you guys are on my level, and I'm on yours.
And it was good.
It was so good.