Dear T,

I am having this obsessive need to google you. I know there's nothing out there that I haven't already seen. I know that if I do it, I will feel tremendously guilty and end up telling you. So, I am writing this message to take the urge away. What is it that I want to find? I don't know. It's stupid! I am beginning to freak out on you. Can you tell? Probably not because I haven't told you what's going on! Maybe a little, but nothing like what is REALLY going on.

Squiggle