Why do we miss someone who left us?

I miss your drive and passion you put towards everything in your life, from investments to research and even the littlest things. It was infectious, and I admired you for it.

I remember those butterflies.

When I believed in you and thought you believed in me and I didn’t think more of what else could be.

You live, you learn.

I don’t know why I thought you would ever give that up for me.

Corn-Fed is a nostalgic romp through growing up in the Midwest.

All I can think about is you. Your kiss. How when you press your lips against mine I can tell you’re different.

I will never forget, no matter how hard I try.

Remember me giddy with butterflies in my stomach as we spent nights near the field I grew up playing at – a spot to call our own. Nights where we talked and laughed so much my cheeks hurt but I never wanted the night to come to an end.