dear keith,

yesterday when you called I was more heartened by the sound of your voice than I could have imagined. you sounded normal, and I felt like my whole body was sighing in relief. we talked inconsequentially, bantering like always, but with enough cue words to make me sure you haven't forgotten.

of course you haven't.

sometimes I feel so paranoid, like the happiest part of my life is just slipping away in increments the longer I'm away. it's so hard to believe it's only been a few days. I want to see you more and more with every passing hour... but I think I'm doing okay?

today I didn't talk to you at all. trying not to worry about it too much. today I thought about you more than I have since I got here. I miss you, so much. I'm glad I can write these letters in a place where you'll never see them, although I sometimes feel like I'd even be allowed to say these things to you. that you wouldn't mind knowing just now much you've gotten to me.

I'm sometimes amazed at how it's possible to love you more and more with every passing day.