Today I just want to write.

I need to write. There is nothing in particular that I have in mind, no major revelations today.  

All I know is I have butterflies, and they won't seem to go away. Maybe they are from anxiety about the future, maybe from the excitement of a new relationship, maybe a little resentment of a precious relationship that is falling. I don't know but apparently  they have made my stomach their new home.

"I wish you freedom

I wish you peace

I wish you nights of stars that beckon you to sleep

I wish I could be there

but I can't"

The acceptance letters have started coming along with the realization that this is our last year together. Charlotte isn't that far away but its a whole lot further than 2 miles.