Ten

Monday, January 10, 2011

9:35 PM

My dearest Popol,

You left my house just a little while ago.

You were quite tired, perhaps from all the excitement of your first day?

I almost wished you could live here with me. No, I do wish you could live here with me. That way you don't have to endure such long travel times. But I do understand that we're both probably not ready for that again. There are still unresolved things between us that jumping into something like that can only be rash and ill-advised.

But I'm confident that we will be able to work all of that out in the future, and living together will become as natural as holding hands. Who knows when that will happen; what matters to me is the certainty that it will.

But until that day when coming home means coming home to you again, I remain

Yours.