Dear G, sometimes I wish you could be my mom. Which could never have been possible, because you are only 10 years older than me. It's just that you are so nice and caring and gentle and tender with me. How could I ever forget you wiping tears from my eyes? How could I ever forget you telling me in an email that I am amazing and brave? How could I ever forget the time I asked for a hug and you said "always!" and smiled so vibrantly at me and opened your arms wide to embrace me? How could I not want you to be more than a temporary person in my life? Why do you have to be SO nice, SO kind, SO sweet, and NOT expect me to fall head over heels for you? I am contradicting myself now, but sometimes I wish you weren't SO, SO, SO everything I've longed for, because then it wouldn't be so hard to say goodbye to you in December and never see you again.