Sometimes I miss talking to you.  Sending you my prayer. There'd be a few things we'd talk about, if we still had contact. I'd tell you about "Boots of Spanish Leather" and how it sounds like "Girl from the North Country" but is so much more beautiful. I'd ask you if Boots of Spanish Leather was not originally his. Because you know everything. I'd tell you about how tired I've grown. How tired I've grown of this life. I'd tell you about how I've started to read more books again. How I've grown tired of social media. How I love reading books. I'd tell you how last night, I stayed awake until midnight and couldn't stop reading Graham Greene's "The End of the Affair". I'd tell you how I miss friends who live in the same town. How I don't get to meet them because I'm so tired.  I'd tell you about finally meeting my friend, looking at him and feeling like I'm missing him, even if he's s...