I wish I could say some set of profound words to you, to let you understand the thoughts going through my head. I cannot. Words escape me, somehow, when you’re near me. We joke about this frequently, as I’m the English major, and should realistically have a handle on words. Writing about you, or to you, is not a problem, as passion moves my words around my mind like water over rocks.

I wish I could give you some revolutionary advice, but alas, I cannot. you need to make decisions that are entirely your own. I know that if you do what I, and I think we, hope for, I will be there every step of the way. You mean the world to me, which is strange for having but 2/52nds of a year. If I need to stand by and watch you love another, I will survive, but I will, at the very least, be your best friend.