One Tree Hill!

fyeahh:

that I really got to know this place. That used to be view of Tree Hill at 2am. Well, my partial view. Now this is my view. We drive the same streets I drove in high school and listen to the same music. At least when we can agree. Sometimes we try the 80’s, sometimes Classic Rock. Sunday Lane works for all of us. 2am. 3am. 4. We drive and we think and we fuss a bit. Sometimes we eat. Well, I eat. I guess some people might let it wear on them, the lack of sleep. But I don’t mind it really. I like Tree Hill like this. I like my car like this. Warm. Safe. Loved. It’s what I wished for. Mostly. Sometimes my heart aches at how my life turned out, in a good way. It doesn’t mean there haven’t been hardships, there have been. But I’m here. And here is good.