I want to tell Tobet about when i was standing in this exact same place last summer, wishing for him to be real. But it's hard to remember life before Tobey. He makes eveything seem possible. Like whatever you feel is true, really true in your heart, you can make happen. And you just know, when it happens, its for real. And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

Everyone at his table laughs. They know I can hear them. They just don't care.

If you see someone being bullied, make it stop. Why is that so hard for us to do?

No one can save me except myself.

Because if you take a risk, you just might find what you're looking for.

Oh and P.S.? I am in dire need of more coffee. Industrial strength.

All I can do is hope.