Relationships (and this should really go without saying) are difficult. And odd. And confusing. Almost as much as time travel, except not so timey-wimey or wibbly-wobbly. There are so many different things to say on this subject. So many different ways for me to elaborate on what I feel, yet I fear that they won't be exact enough. She makes me feel so well inside. So comforted, and it's with this I know she is a gift.
I find myself tired, in more ways than one. Yet I know the Lord will provide the strength I need. It's at this point I will stop, for I need sleep.
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