It's driving me crazy, being without her, spending every goddamned minute wondering if she's safe, if she's okay, if...
...there's so much I wanna say, so much I can't--
I know she knows, but it doesn't make it easier.
I swear, Kyrie, I'll come back for you. Wait for me.
One of these days I'm gonna have to break down and find a place to stay instead of populating a park bench. I seriously think the squirrels are getting territorial.