So much I should be doing. Well, pretty only one major thing. and that is sleeping. But like you, like me I'm not.
I'm just reading old emails from a person who will never send them again. and it hits me new, every day.
that I'm alone without you.
terrified of flying home, back to the land of "so sorry's" and "how you holding up" Fantastic sir, especially since you never cease to remind me of what I've lost.