Seems like every couple of weeks I'm headed up to Seattle.
And the off-ramp to your place is seeming farther and farther away.
I so very much want you to be a part of my future, though it seems sometimes now that you must have been a vision I had- a dream barely perceptible.
I just don't know what I'm supposed to do. I won't be just another recurring appointment that whittles away at your schedule.
I don't know what to offer. But now I wonder if it even matters.

God I miss you, Joy.