There, I just said it. I’m scared you’ll forget about me.
Please don’t. Don’t have so much fun that you don’t miss me or you forget how different it is when I’m around. How much we laugh. Don’t forget about me. Because if I could hop on a plane right now and get there, I would. In a heartbeat. But I can’t. I’m sitting here 3,000 miles away, absolutely helpless. So please, just do me this one favor, and don’t forget me.