She said that she had to talk about it every day and then so will I. I just took the magic sleepy pill. The one that will cart me off to the only land that I will ever be able to see her in. Maybe tonight will be a good one. Maybe I'll get to hold her. Tell her how she will always feel like home. Maybe she will tell me that she truly knows how she has hurt me and wants nothing more than to be with me. And then again... Are those the things I wish to hear. What will it take? What exactly am I seeking from her? Will I know when I get it? All unanswered questions. But at least I can rest in the thought that more than likely, I will see her in a couple hours. Maybe I can ask her then.