Bennett - text
Me: You ever feel like you’re standing in a room full of people and still completely alone?
Blossom: Yeah. All the time.
Me: I don’t know if I belong here, Blossom. Seattle’s loud. It’s city life and I’m country. I keep saying I’m happy here, but I think I’m lying to myself.
Blossom: You’re not lying to yourself, it’s just different. You’re allowed to feel weird about change.
Me: I don't know. Some nights I look around at the city lights and loud people, and all I want is the peace that comes with sitting at Bean Lake.
Blossom: You just miss home.
Me: I miss you.
Blossom: Bennett...
Me: I’m not asking for anything. I just needed to say it.
Blossom: I miss you too. Can I be selfish?
Me: Yes.
Blossom: I want you to come home. I miss you so much, Bennett. I want you here, but I won’t ask you to give anything up. Not for me.
Me: What if I’m not giving something up? What if I’m choosing what I want?
Blossom: Then I’ll be here.
Me: Maybe it’s time I stop running from where I belong.
Blossom: Maybe.