And I thought about how much I missed her, and then I got this sick feeling in this pit of my stomach cause I knew I was still the same and I knew I would leave. I mean, I was happy she was coming home, but it was temporary. Like everything back then.
I felt a pang of longing, knowing I was still the same person and would eventually leave.  It was bittersweet to see her coming home, but it was temporary like everything else back then.