It’s hard, waiting, missing you, thinking of you. I dreamed of you yesterday night. I dreamed that you had a set of cards that allow me to contact you, and that I used up all the cards and there were none left. You seemed just as sad about the loss of cards as me and then I woke up.

I feel how much you have grown apart from me. It makes sad and suddenly fearful of where I am, my own place here. I don’t want to let go, and I won’t, but the last day has made me very silent. I want to experience you, us, our potential as fully as possible, even if that means rejection. A difficult month is ahead of us, but it will be good to see you at the end of the tunnel, at least one more time before you truly leave.