To Emmy:

I was going to find a poem or saying that might reflect how I feel about missing you while you reluctantly venture back into the Midwestern abyss, but that would feel like a cop-out and who would know better how I feel than me, right? As we were briefly talking about last night, I've grown quite fond and accustomed of the little quirks and nuances that make you who you are. Whether it be a high-pitched squeal after a pair of cold fingers touch you, loads of French Vanilla cream in your coffee, the way you find something related to music in everything, and your ability to find a bargain even in the darkest recesses of Reno. That, my dear, is pretty amazing. So yes, I will miss waking up to see you (or hear you :P), making your coffee, our showers, and making you fritatas among many thing. But most of all I am just going to miss your quirks and sneaking in kisses when I can :) Love you and miss you most!

Unicorn