I don’t care that we aren’t together, that’s not the issue. More than I want to be with you, I want to help you. I want to make you happy and do sweet things for you. I want to take some stuff off your plate. I want to help you figure things out. I want to encourage you to be the best you. I want to make you laugh until you can’t breathe and forget why you were sad. I want to know all of your stories and tell you how perfect I think you are. You’re perfect. Not really but close enough. My kind of perfect at least. I want to ramble on to you about all of the things I love about you. How attractive you are. How great your character is. How smart you are. I want to tell you all the things and I want you to believe them. That’s my letter for the week. That’s what I wish I could do.