So I’m hanging out in my skivvies before bed and thinking about the future in a noncommittal way as not to give myself a panic attack. To be honest I wish I had more answers but maybe most people feel that way. What I do know is that we’ve got a good thing right now, you and I, at least until we don’t anymore. No reason to stress it, no reason to warp it. I’ll keep writing if you’ll keep reading. We can sort the rest out later, can’t we?