If I have one goal in life it's to make sure the people I love know I love them. Because life is so short, and I've hesitated too many times in the past to say what I felt. But I love you. I love you. I still have so much love to give and I haven't even met all the people I'm going to love yet and I'm not ready to go yet, not ready to give that up.
I think I fail to realize how bad my seasonal depression can get until I start to think about summer, and the sun and being warm and wearing shorts and everything feels so much lighter. Well, Eleanor you are my summer. You make everything bright and beautiful and when I'm with you I feel this big weight being lifted off my shoulders. Like all the bad stuff just disappears and I get momentary relief from the constant noise in my head. I love you, I love you, so much.
