I stare at an empty edit box, knowing that you will eventually read this, wondering what needs to go here. Is there anything more that I can tell you that can't simply be said? What more can I offer here that I can't offer elsewhere?

By now, you are probably bored, having checked your email, surfed the news, and wandered the postings of your alumni sites. I'm sorry to say I don't think I can relieve your boredom much.

This is just me typing into an empty text box.

Soon I will have you in my arms again. That's all that really matters.

The rest of the world can go away.

But when it does, what can I say to you? That I love you? Something you've already heard a thousand times? There really isn't all that much to say that hasn't already been said. There will be nothing new I can offer. There is little new here as well.

But I hope it is enough.

Enough to make you smile. Enough to make you wistful. Enough to make you think back to the times when we couldn't stop laughing at something silly we were both doing. Enough to remind you that you are still the most important person in my life.

This is all I can think of as I sit here imagining your thoughts as you read this. I know it isn't much in the way of poetic language or profound thought. It is just something I thought I'd do. I know it isn't flowers, but it is from me, to you. I'm hoping that will be enough.