Sometimes I wonder if distance makes the heart grow fonder, or if I am naive to think that everything will always remain the same. As much as I want to believe, as much as I want to hop on that plane and fly right back, I am here for another month and then some. The time is short, but so are my conversations. Limited to once a week if luck is on my side-a pillow replaces my side of the bed. Endearing, and all too sad at the same time. But..you are pretty darn cute, even when you are stretching, so I guess I'll just cross my fingers until the next time I see you.