Missing someone isn't...

Missing someone isn't about how long it's been
since you've seen them last or the amount of time
since you've talked. It's about that very moment
when you're doing something and you wish, you
wish that they were right there with you.

The weather was warm, warm enough that I could fly down the highway with the sunroof wide open, explosions in the sky came on to seranade me as I hit the tunnel. The mixture of the lights, ocean, and warm air blowing through my hair, brought back great memories. And I couldn't help think that I would not be able to see you in person to brag that I went back to west van. I parked the car and took the train downtown (an adventure in it's self), I was downtown on granville when the riot happened, I shopped at under ground and got another new pair of shoes. I bought great matix jeans, drank great coffee, but skipped the crepes. I walked forever downtown, so many ppl, there was a group of indie kids marching down the street with a drum, a trombone, a trumpet and a guitar. I stood and watched they just marched to their own beat, and played music, with the biggest smiles on their faces. The girl beating the drum dressed just like you. I soaked everything in, but I was alone. I drank beer, and smoked on the patio at the apartment on valentines day, with the amazing lights all lit up. I woke up looking at the ocean, and started the drive home, and thought hey I miss hanging out with you.

-Josh