Well that potential T was a dud. I can see why you were less than thrilled about me checking him out.

I wrote you a letter letter on paper. I was going to slide it under your office door since I was in the neighborhood. I even drove to your office building. I parked outside and debated. Eventually, I decided not to deliver it. I think it was the right choice. I have to figure out what I need to do so that I don't spend all day journaling, especially once I return to work.

Still nothing in the mail from you. I wonder how long it is going to take me before I stop hoping/wishing/looking for something.