I keep dreaming about you and it makes me miss you even more. I keep wanting to talk to you–about just about anything, really. I want to hold your hand. I want to show you my art. And I think I’m finally ready to talk to you about my ex. I think I had to figure some things out on my own before I could talk about it and now that I have I could tell you the things you wanted to know. I guess I just have to wait and hope I get another chance.