It is too bad about the time away. I keep thinking about the things I was inspired to get for you, all the silly jokes, the sweet kindnesses. I get discouraged, but I think my tiredness makes me not as strong. If you don't want to see me, it is up to you. I won't bug you, but it won't stop me from caring. If I do have something serious, may I see you, even for a moment? Nothing else would mean as much to me.