Well, well, look who’s decided to thumb through my thoughts. I do inherently believe that someone who does not hide away all of their secrets – best to be kept for themselves, but instead shares their mid-twenties wisdom for the world to know – makes us jest with progressive insight. What a delight.

My first note will be the underwhelming emptiness that I alone feel, along with the rest of the off-webbers. There is something about how uncompelling, nor fulfilling all the most-important relationships are in my life after the evidently superior holiday to rejoice in such a present. I think that not being able to run for the next few weeks (and the past few days) also plays a part. This is it.

I am lucky to have approximately a hundred close friends and relatives. When I was in college, and/or when I moved back to Chicago, I had maybe twelve total. So many people who care – about me! And I them?

I feel as though all relationships are passing. Sometimes sharing a good meal at a fast food restaurant that lasts an hour longer than it should, is just as important as people you see every week for a long while (out of enjoyable obligation). But the weeks will end, and the people will go. Or I will.

I miss people who haven’t left yet, because I know I won’t know them ten years hence. I miss people I loved, because I don’t know when I’ll see them again. I suppose this next anecdote really is one I thought as one of my best thoughts – but if I open with a sentiment about sharing wisdom, I ought to stay true to my word.

Love is not past tense. I did not loved you. I do not loved you. I love you. Whoever, and whenever we may pass one another or part. Maybe I don’t know everyone. And I certainly don’t know everything (I know I wouldn’t like it if I did), but I love where our roads cross, with the click of a clock, whether for a summer, a year, or an hour. I am only alone as I am with no one. Goodbye again, hello.