I recieved another letter from you today. That makes 128 so far. I expect them to be lost along the way, but they always seem to make their way back to me. Nothing but ink on a paper. Today, you wrote, "I've been thinking about you constantly since I left, wondering why the journey I'm on seemed to have led through you. I know my journey's not over yet, and that life is a winding path, but I can only hope it somehow circles back to the place I belong. That's how I think of it now. I belong with you." I can't help but feel that nothing makes any sense to me. If we are supposed to be together, then how come your not here buttoning up my dress or singing under the moon? But you are not here. You are not here.