Don't Ask, I Am Okay Too

There are so many things that I think to tell you, weird occurrences, when people talk about you in such a good way, when I remember something like a homeless man chasing you down the street and it makes me laugh so hard. I wanted to tell you early this morning that I wanted to be Christian, and ask a few nights ago how your movie was. I thought to send pictures, and describe my moods, and conversations. I drafted a little email, I got a little inspiration, got a little job, and a whole lot of big ideas. But you seem happy, and it makes me so incredibly happy to think about that, and I find just about anything embarrassing. But for whatever reason, what I want to convey to you more than anything in the world, just for you, just about you, is that I am not worried any more.

There are some things that I do not say, but I trust that I can.
Like how the font Courier New reminds me of the time that you showed me a font close to it, I don't know how that happens.