I was going to write this in the relative privacy of a real paper-and-pen journal, but I can't find a fucking pen within reach of my bed (which I feel is really an embarrassing oversight on my part). Anyways, here it is:

Dear -----,

For a minute tonight, I stumbled upon a sincere desire that you will learn how to be happy in that all-the-way-through kind of way. In that way that makes you steady and regal, and not at all skittish. And, ironically I guess, that desire gives me hope for me and my okay-ness.

Though, whoever knows how it's going to turn out for any of us.

Jon