Soloman

The worst part about all of this, at this point, is still being confronted with information about you constantly. So it appears you're taking a four day weekend? Believe me, I don't want to know this information, but it comes into my field of vision and to my attention without my control. So, invariably, I'm wondering where you're going, and, of course, who you're going with. As terrible as it is for my psyche, I want to know these things. And, yes, I still wish that I could be the one to do these things that Im imagining with you. I miss you so badly.

I miss you. This stuff comes in the most sickening waves. I know the waves are becoming fewer and fewer and are getting weaker and weaker, but they are still so powerful when you're this mentally razed. How are you? What have you been up to? How is Theodore? How was your trip? What did you do? How is everything going with work? What are your future plans? Still gonna move in 10 months? How's your Mom, and your brothers? Have you talked to your dad? How are things going with your pursuit of lucid dreaming? I want to know all these things, but I cannot fuel this addiction any further than I will naturally. I wish I could make you see the mistake you're making. I was reading something today about a 22 year old with a terminal (eventually) and debilitating genetic disorder, and how she's going to school to be a science teacher, even though she knows she might not make it far enough to teach at all. She talks about digging into someone that cares about you because time is limited. That's how I see it, but for some reason, you can't see it. You're still making a mistake.