dear keith,

well it's not officially been 24 hours since the last time I saw you. somehow I feel like I should be moping around being all sad and stuff... but the truth is, I'm really okay. it almost scares me how easy it is for me to be away from you.

I don't think I've ever felt the way I felt those first few days, there's something about our connection that's just a little deeper and better than anything I've ever felt before, and I will cherish the memory of that for as long as it stays in my head.

something tells me it isn't ever gonna go away.

sleeping alone last night was a little hard, but not nearly as hard as I thought. everything about this has been so effortless so far... apparently not even leaving is exempt from that.

I miss you, of course, but not in the crippling way that I imagined I would. I'm feeling a little heartless right now actually. I hope you're doing okay. something tells me you are. I don't think I'll call you today.

I thought these letters were going to be all melodramatic, full of melancholy prose and imagery... I feel more like I'm writing a letter to my grandmother...

maybe it just hasn't set in? I don't know.

I love you. that hasn't changed.