And then on a random Thursday night it hits me like a belly flop off the high dive.
I am sitting here in my little studio apartment. I want to talk to my brother and he is in China. I miss being able to chat about stupid stuff. E-mail is nice but the voice provides a comfort that text fails to provide.
Even if it is only a dumb voice mail and a return phone call a week later...
Bruno: The Bear Who Stayed Awake
3 months ago