Happy Home

So, J:

I love you. That’s not news or anything. Apparently you can’t get me over you by being an asshole, or by ignoring me/leaving me. You and Ian are kind of acting like the same person right now. Trying to “distance” yourselves. Like…what the fuck kind of good is that supposed to do? It’s never going to happen. The odds of us both being a) single, b) sober, and c)in the same town at the same time are close to zero. But that doesn’t stop me from hoping. No matter how many times you say not to get my hopes up.

I miss you. And there’s nothing I’d rather do than see you get off that plane, and do a running leap into your arms. I may be happy with just that. I don’t know.