All it takes is a sudden bout of uncertainty about you and me and I start to unravel. Just a few days ago I felt like I was on top of the world. You wrote the kindest, most peaceful, and most understanding things to me. Now I am just worried and I can't fall asleep.
You told me not to be dramatic. I hear that. But, it's nearly impossible for me to deny the way I feel right now. I miss you. I hope you are sleeping. I hope you come home to SF.