yes you have to come home...eventually.

I can remember random things about our first semester in college--my first being the night of the DKE swap...the events of that night will forever make me laugh. Who would have thought that night would have set into motion the unwavering friendship that we now have. I wish for times when I can walk in your room, sit on your bed, and laugh or cry with you about whatever might be happening in our lives. I want to be able to sit in the living room, listen to music and paint, while we contemplate why in the hell people are the way they are.

Also, I'm now wondering if the ghost kitty still lives in Apt #32.

I'm writing to say thanks. I know its a little late, but in this post is a response to the letter you wrote before you went to the far away place. Thanks for being my rock, and having steadfast love for me...no matter what ever have done (and probably will do). You were forgiving when I was being dumb and hardheaded. You were love when I had none.

You are what you strive to be, a reflection of something great.