Dear Two,

You seem so far away.

I know you'll be here soon enough... But the thought of you is just so heavy and so huge that I can't bring myself to just breathe and calm down. Better safe than sorry, right?

Safe. I hate that word and like it all at the same time. Safe. Constricted? Maybe so. Bound? Most likely. Imprisoned? Yes. Safe? Definitely. This is what's troubling me. A gypsy can't sit still. Let alone be confined in a box... It's unheard of.

But hey, you don't seem so far off... You just seem to be. You'll be here in no time, I'm sure. And even if you won't be, I have to believe that you will for my sanity's sake.


As Always,
D.