Being away from home makes me think of people I don't think of very often. I wonder about how they've been since I last saw them, what they've been up to and I miss them even though I don't quite understand why. It also brings to mind the people I imagine I would have fun travelling with, only because of our complementary quirks.

Dear Starbucks-camping, butt-staring friend, 

I miss you though I really shouldn't. 

I hear you're huggable now.

Dear GBFF,

I miss you and I shouldn't, 

for I should be meeting you often enough not to.

Dear Only-friend-who-can-get-away-with-saying-the-most-outrageous-things-to-me,

I miss you and more often than not, I question myself whenever I do.

& no, it's not because of those dimples.