To an absent person,

Hey so in the car today, I thought, I could keep going on with my life like this, without you, until forever. I could. I could do it. Then my inner voice asked, "How long has it been?" and I answered, a month now. "Wrong," she said, "it's been three weeks and one measly day." I corrected her, because, since she made me think of it, I knew it had been three weeks and four days, if we count today. And besides, I still could do this, forever, until forever.

I was wrong. I miss you, now. Despite all the happiness and the giddiness and the tall ginger man, I still miss you.

You butt. You back out, I kill you.

I'm not kidding.

Sunshine