The 4th

Today is the fourth. Two years ago I realized I was in love with the most amazing woman I'd ever met. A fun cookout at my grandparents' house. Three days later, 7/7/07, Rachel looked as good as I'd ever seen anyone and it was magnificent. I really appreciated how she went out of her way for me. I know I'm not supposed to, but remembering all this last night made me miss her incredibly so. That's not really anything new, but laying in bed unable to sleep and thinking about that made it worse. Tomorrow I will be busy hanging out with everyone at Snu. Once I head home though, I know my mind will be fluttering away.

But we need to live our lives. So, on this 4th of July, we celebrate our independence. She can clearly live without me and I will have to do the same. Regardless, I love you and miss you. I want to tell you. To call you. To hear your voice, although more than likely on the voicemail. But I want you to be happy. And you seem to be with Scott. So I won't bother you. I hope to see you again though dear.