If anyone reads this, ever, that guy that I've been talking about in earlier posts down there? We're going out now. And I couldn't be happier.
Well, maybe I could. Maybe if we didn't live hours away from each other and got to see each other more than once a week? That would be better. I would be a little happier.

I love you a lot, John. And I'm still working up the courage to tell you that. But I think you know already.