-Baby, I want you to know that I heard ever word you said about the weight of your situation, your reputation, and the potential aftermath of your next move.  There’s a lot to consider and the effect it will have on people.  I love you and hate when you’re being torn-up (unless it’s by my girthy schlong).  Given the gravity of the situation, may I suggest that if/when we next see each other next it should be for more than just a weekend, we need a chunk of time, and away from everyone and everything; like a cabin or a beach somewhere.  I think it would benefit us greatly to just focus on each other, talk a lot (a lot), and see if what’s there is as real as we think it might be, without any distractions.  That being said, if going to New Orleans is the only reasonably explainable way for you to have a solo vacation then we’ll make it work.  Either way, spending some quality time together will go a long way to know if we should keep torturing each other or end it (yeah, right…).

-Another day without you… without us.  We are wonderfully functionally dysfunctional, and I look forward to the adventure and mundane ahead.  I’m at the starting blocks, shoes digging into the dirt seeking traction, muscles tensed and coiled like springs, senses aware and laying wait for the sound of the starting gun.  BANG!  And we’re off………