I don’t want to lie. I actually want to see you desperately..but he is so stressed out I just know it won’t go over well. I know you rarely come around. I know it will be years until you do again, if even that’s a possibility. I actually love you. I know that likely sounds like silly overemotional talk to you, but you are my friend and I love your mind and your heart. I want you in my life and I wish we hadn’t stopped writing. Sometimes I wish you still lived here but that isn’t best for you. I simply have a great affection for you and you living so far is a loss to me. But you are too bright not to fly higher.
