I don't want to describe it; it would do no justice. You know what went down. You put it into words better than I did, or really ever would. You said it in the truck; nailed on the head. I didn't listen to one note of music the entire car ride home. That never ever happens. I thought and talked to myself the entire time. Listened to the message. I wish I had a tape recorded so you could hear what I said, cause I doubt I'll be able to remember everything. The (ss/e) departure was great. Everything felt too right to do anything else. You liked who I am, and that sends me through the roof. I liked who you are, and that also sends me through the roof. It's really nice to have a friend. It'll all make sense next time. I'll try to express it better than this.
10:58:52 PM  #  Speak to Me []