SO I was just sitting here talking to someone in theatre and I started thinking about you and How much I miss your skin and touch and how amazing it felt to me when you came to my first performance at NKU and the first time you saw me perform in general. I miss how happy we used to be about life, us, and each other. And ourselves. My hair net got caught in your septum ring when you hugged me and oh my God your face was so soft. I pick you. I pick you over everything and everyone. I want you. I know we can get our happiness back. I don't want anyone else. At all. Now or never. and I'm going to stay true to you. Like I have been.