Belonging

I feel like I'm nine years old again. Alone and missing everyone. Even my fingers feel the same way that they did then - heavy. I can barely type this out... But the only difference from then and now is that now, I know I can be happy here. Took me a real long time to figure out -- but I know I can be happy in Wichita. I have people who care about for the first time since I've moved to Kansas, basically. No matter what I do or what I don't do, there will always be someone here for me. It's a weird feeling, knowing that you're needed for once.