I'm packing it all up

I don't mind the rain. I'm sad to see it go so soon. Classes started. Here we go another 16 weeks. I have a sick churning knot in my stomach. It's not going away.

I know your name and what you represent, but I hardly know you. We've come all this way, and I have yet to know what you like. All I know is that you want to be an author someday. This makes me incredibly sad, and distant. Although our relationship is something that can't be separated. We hang on through sporadic phone calls and murky memories. I want you to be a part of my life forever. Please be there.