A love letter

My dearest Laura,

It's been seconds since we last spoke. I can almost see you sitting on the couch before me if only I would look up from the computer. We talked at length yesterday about how it was nice that people would send love letters to each other and how that's a lost art. I understand your feeling. I think that the nostalgia is for the time that people would take to compose those letters and the feelings that they would send, rather than the medium that they used.

This is the medium that I use.

It's been a difficult five years. I lament how we would do things like... eat hot meals, walk for the sake of the walk, and not have to clean poop off anyone else's bum. Those were simpler times when we thought that we were busy, and sleep deprived if we missed a night or two in a row. I feel the damage from the lack of sleep may be permanent.

I can picture us then. We were us, but I actually like the us we have now. We're different but the same. Some things are newer, like how you always complete my sandwiches. Other things are the same like how you make my heart skip a beat when I see you. (Note: I should see someone about my chronic premature ventricular contractions.)

I hope that this blog post finds you well. I hope that one day we can hold each other and sleep in to 8 am. I hope that despite the medium, that you will still value this letter.

I love you most,
Your Fuzzy Jim