I really miss you. I feel so lonely. Like I have so many ideas I know you’d love, but I’ll never tell you any of them. Do you remember when we were in my car? And I knew the order of the songs on the cd you made me. I heard one today and I remembered listening to that song, driving while I dream about you. It felt like you were saying those things to me. I get half way through writing these things and then something clicks in my brain