I don't think you realize how much you mean to me. I spend most hours of everyday thinking about you. Trying to figure out how this will work. 2140 miles separates our beating hearts yet we still try to be next to eachother at all times, in all things, and in all places. We keep pushing forward, looking foreward to the next time we'll meet. Which is still unknown. Soon, I hope and pray, soon. Maybe there will be a day where I can say tomorrow is the day when I get to see my favorite human. But everything is so confusing and mixed up and messed up and just irritating. I'm not irritated at you. I'm irritated at the fact that it's so...inconvenient. I love you so it's...indescribably difficult. But I think you know exactly what I mean by all of this.