At the beach.

Marie sent me a picture of Weeping Angels on her campus as a way to show me that she's thinking of me.

I have a lot of feelings about this.

Holland, 1945.

Please talk to me. Please let's get married. Please teach me the mandolin. Please play for me again and make the face that you make when you play. Please eat ice cream with me. Please be wonderful. Please hope that I'll say hello as much as I hope you'll say hello.

(And you... a much different you... I loved holding your hand... what if we did that again?)