Have you been going on them long rides without me? I know your transit beats the LA freeway. And your wavy mane is at it's best when it's windy. So every month it's getting harder to miss me. Your presence shrinks but your legend grows taller. It's hard to think but it's always that way. I'm kinda glad you took your time with your letter. I needed more to think of what I would say. Why did I think you'd stick around here for me? I know you hate it when I act like I'm acting. It's awfully easy to ignore what I say. And, yes, I feel it that my imprint is fading. It only happens when you choose not to stay.