Happiness Comes With Blue Ribbons

You just left.
Last night an this morning were good.
I'm glad you came.
I'm glad I didn't call.
To cancel.

I just read your post.
From three days ago.
Babe.
I know you want to leave this place.
And so do I.
But not forvever.
I know you want to be something great.
Something better.
I don't want to be great.
I just want stability.
Eventually.

I've decided I want to be a doctor.
Or a surgeon.
Or a writer.
I want to save people.
Medically.
Or otherwise.

But this will all change by the end of the month.

I think we need to go on one of those trips.
The ones where you go to Europe.
And you hop from country to country.
Living everywhere.
Like in that one book.

I really do not like him.
Even if he's that way with everyone.
Even if I'm a complete hypocrite.

Your my favorite person.