I've taken a lot of trips—a lot of long trips—but I've never been homesick like I was in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. All that water—26,000 feet deep and infinitely wide—gave me a terrible sense of being impossibly, irrevocably removed from the place I where belong. Now that I'm home, I'm feeling warm, and soft. Forgive me.
You’ve always been a complete mushball beneath that bullshit crusty exterior. It’s OK. Welcome home. Love you.
You’re a nice mixture of mush and crust your own bad self.