Today is one of those days where I miss you and worry how you're doing. The last update wasn't great, so I wonder and I worry because I'm sad when you're sad. And I know how you get, alone in your sadness, tucked into yourself until someone pulls you out. I have always desperately wanted to be the one to pull you out, even if only to pull you into myself. Sometimes I wonder if that's selfish, or if it's selfless because I know your sadness becomes my sadness and allowing that transmittal does me no favors.