dear t i have changed my mind back, and i am going to show you the "looking towards endings" poem that i wrote. well am still writing actually. it feels like it's not done yet. tomorrow will be 2 weeks into my break that I wanted. i'm getting what i hoped to out of it so far. answered the question to myself that i shared with you awhile back "what ARE you to me, that I can't walk out of here and not feel like I need you?" I did not attempt to answer the other part of the question that you added on - don't want to try. want to talk about my answer. want you to read the poem. and want to talk about it. we need to talk about endings, t. although i still can't quite picture it, yet. you know? well. the poem pretty much says it all. it's going to take some talking about. probably a lot of talking about. well i have another week to finish the poem and think about how to approach the talking about it. i'm supposed to be on vacation right now and having fun and not thinking about you or this stuff. yet here i sit in my hotel room doing just that. perhaps i should have brought a bottle of wine with me...