Dear G,

I would take the paper napkin that I wrote my letter to you on out of my bag and type it on here, but I think the lethargy is kicking in and I don't have the energy to get up off my seat to walk three steps to where my purse is.

I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, because I have an early day tomorrow... Or at least I would like to have an early day. I have this malign urge to run on the beach hoping that I run into you. Of course, that would never happen, since you are miles away from where I am. Physically that is. In essence, though, I can actually feel you, almost like you were just sitting right beside me. And if I think real hard, I can actually feel your breath on my skin.

I would explain to you the intricacies of what is really going on in my mind right now, but I fear that as eloquent as I am, I don't think I'd be able to relay it clearly enough for you to understand it. And so, in lieu of this intricate explanation, may I just tell you how grateful I am to you and for you. And so to you, I send my thanks from the bottom of my heart. Thank you.

...Thank you for my smile. :)


As Always,
D.