Today it was almost 80 degrees outside. There are so many things that I wish I could tell you. Like the way I forget to brush my hair most days, and the way my mom looks at me with distaste. I wish I told you that last week, he broke my heart again. Yet I can’t stay away. I want you to know that I thought about telling you, but couldn’t. Even inside my eyelids, in the back of my mind, I can’t escape this desire to be in his company. I wish I could tell you. This morning I woke up very early, and I felt so alive. I wonder if maybe you’re the reason I am the way I am. I wanted to tell you about all my little victories, however small. I wish I could call you to tell you that I did it. That I landed somewhere and accomplished something new. These desires will not quell and sometimes I wonder if they ever will.