Wish You Were Here

Okay, I'll admit it. I was concerned. I'd been thinking about you a lot, more than I thought I would. And you were taking your trip, and I hadn't heard from you in a while, and well, yeah, I was starting to get a little worried. Fearing the worst. Fearing I wouldn't hear from you again.

So it was nice to wake up this morning and find the little postcard you sent me. It meant a lot, really. I feel much better now.

Good to hear from you, little buddy.