Hundreds of Miles Away

Dear JD…

I called you from the hotel hallway and you heard everything I said in between the lines. Alexander Graham Bell couldn't have invented a device to listen the gaping holes of uncertainty pockmarked by the periods of my sentences. You'll be fine, you assured me and went on to discuss the things you had taken care of while I was away. But that's just you. Dotting my i's, crossing my t's, and picking up the pieces of my heart to pin them back on my sleeve.

When I'm away from home–away from the drip of the faucet you forget to fix, the clicking of Polo's nails on the kitchen floor, the comfort of you humming downstairs–I realize just how lucky I am to have you. And how hard you work to protect my sleeve.

This is my long-distance thank you. It took hundreds of miles between us for me to realize just how much you do. And who you are. Thank you for hearing everything I don't say and pushing me to constantly be uncomfortable for the sake of my dream.

Love,
me