coming home

i've missed you, said the blog;
i missed the way you felt good about yourself after you posted;
i missed the way you smiled when your friends left a comment;
i've missed you pouring yourself into me - your thoughts, your ramblings, your observations.

i missed you too, said the girl who stopped expressing herself; said the girl who missed admitting things to the world, who missed feeling like someone listened.

thanks for letting me in, said the girl.

the door was always open, said the blog, you just had to come on in.