I know, I know, second time. I feel really bad.
I started thinking about writing yesterday, and then I talked to you the rest of the night. God I've missed you. I've missed that...nonchalant tone. Lately you've sounded, depressed, for reasons I'm well aware of, but it's hard when quite possibly the person I consider to be my rock is down.
So I went to tutor today, it wasn't all bad, you got it after a little while. It was good to see you, too, I'd missed the way you made me laugh, even if we WERE in the children's section.
I wish you had come and seen me. I knew you were around, and I knew you were busy... but still... could've used a hug, for no other reason than I just wanted one. Maybe because I was really cold today. Oh well. Maybe next time, where we actually plan it and have coffee or something else equally as socially acceptable.
I don't know what to write about, I'm pretty stressed right now, everything should settle down after tomorrow. I hope so, I don't know how many more migraines I can take.
On a lighter note, this book is fantastic.
I think you'd really enjoy it.
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