Reading over what I'd written for you, for us, I smile at just how completely it fails to achieve anything, to vindicate anything, and to calculate anything. But we lost souls can ramble and accept our failures better than most, so I've posted it anyway.
I continue to pick up my phone and dial your number, save that last 5.
I've said it before, but I'll still say it, I think of you every day.
I only hope you know what I'm really trying to say.