It is late.  And I am tired.  And there are all of these thoughts that are percolating in my head right now.  About school and God and stories and you and everyone I've ever known.  I've been thinking about forgiveness, and love, and how to love someone even when you don't want to forgive them.  And about loving someone and missing them like crazy.  About wishes, and reality, and how I wish things could be and how they are.  I've been thinking about the future, and my major, and next summer, and how I have options, but lack a definite idea of what options I will take.

And I guess all of this boiled down means that I love you a lot.  And I miss you a lot.

I'm glad I'm coming home in week or so.