But instead I'm just sitting here, waiting to talk to you.

I didn't smile/eat/laugh/talk/breathe/care that much today.

But I did worry, a lot.

And I missed you.

And I decided, on two things. All that stuff we talked about, last night? It doesn't matter. I still feel the same.

And the other thing? You still have a year and a half left. You're not leaving until I've given you a hug. A real hug.

So long and goodnight.