People would miss me. They would be sad. They would be pissed if I killed myself and I wouldn’t blame them.
You’re in a constant state of worry, fear, and panic while at the same time being completely calm. It’s the most confusing place to be in and you have no idea how to leave.
Do whatever feeds your soul – hiking, singing, laughing, sleeping, literally whatever makes you breathe a little deeper and feel a little more at peace, do it. Now.
I get my best ideas when I am with you. Maybe if more people were with you, they would get more good ideas, too. I’m convinced that anyone worth his or her chops has at least one date with you per week. You encourage my crazy thoughts enough to make brilliant new ideas, but you also keep me in check when I might be getting a little too out there.
When you’re as in love with the world as we are, you’re always at home.