A Running Commentary

I miss you in ways that I cannot even fathom, though I am acutely aware that the you I miss is not the you of today. 

I am often struck with thoughts of you at the most arbitrary times. 

Are you happy? 

I hope that you are happy. I hope that your life is filled with love, friendship, and laughter. I hope that you wake each morning full of joy and anticipation at what the new day will bring. I hope that you go to bed each night feeling unconditionally loved. And, on a purely selfish level, I hope that you sometimes miss me, too.