“I have a pool. I don’t really know how to swim, but I am strangely drawn to it. I want to stand in it, sit in it, float in the warm waters at night. I want to invite someone over to wrinkle up in the water with me. I want to invite you to float by my side as the hours and our lives drift away together. Sometimes I just want to be with someone else; the company of another can mean so much. So often when I long to be with someone else it is you who comes to mind. Then I think of distance and time. I think of patience.”
-A page of a letter I never sent.