Four years later.

And you still worry me.

Getting worked up.

Over little things.

Knowing that you're okay, that you're alright.

Puts me more at ease than anything else has in a long time.

I never thought I'd be so happy to see you again.

I never thought you'd be so happy to see me.

So don't think that I'm pushing you away.

When you're the one that I've kept closest.

Watching other people.

Get what you want is one of the most frustrating, heartbreaking things in life.

Sometimes I expect.

Too much from people.

I should stop telling myself things that aren't true.

Just like high school.

Yesterday, I was up on the fifth floor of San Nicolas and I realized that nothing would ever change.

Who else would snap their heads up at the mention of boba tea, who else would leap to their feet and demand that we all make an expedition to the local boba shop, who else would play anime loudly in the lounge, and who else wouldn't mind?

I know that I came here to make new friends, but I'm happy to say that it's probably not going to happen. Matt, Shuo-Ping, and I all live in Santa Catalina, but we're hardly ever there. I'm starting to wish that I chose San Nicolas as my dorm hall, but I'm living with my decision because my roommate is nice and I don't want to go through the hassle of moving.

Besides, I like having a giant room to come back to. And having to share a shower with only four people (as opposed to twenty) is very, very much welcome.