I miss you. I miss us. We used to be so much more in sync, remember? Maybe it's natural to grow apart with age; maybe it's me. I'm just wondering why you're so illusive? I've left messages - you haven't called back. The occasional quick text doesn't count. I appreciate the random songs/stories on the radio, odd job opportunities, or quotes on church boards on the side of the road but I need some quality time. Those signs are a little to vague for my taste.
I'm doing good. I'm happy. I'm living in Denver with my husbie, my dog, my dreams, and my bestie leaving sweet thoughts on my phone. They all remind me about what’s good in life, what’s worth it.
ANYWHO, I'd really like you to come over and hang out. It will be great. I'll make cookies and heat up some fancy teavana treat; or we could meet for happy hour if you prefer. I just want to catch up. You can tell me what you've been up to, what you're conspiring about, and perhaps, we can clear the air about wtf you think I'm supposed to be doing with my life. I know you're busy but I hope to hear from you soon.