I never realized how much I loved it

Until I stood up again after that break.

I guess distance really makes me wise.

I laughed when he said he hated it.

It's the two of us, and I know he'll miss it too.

I hope they can see the excitement

In my undernourished eyes.

I remember writing my name,

Skipping through the field.

I remember how- God- I love it.

And I can't get it back 'til next year, but

This is a good start.

A really, really good start.