How are you?
That was probably a stupid question; you are perfect.
Anyway, I just wanted to say Hi. There are so many things I could ask of you, not all of them even selfish. Instead, though, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been thinking of you. That makes me happy.
Darn, even that turned out to be selfish. Maybe not, though. I didn’t think of you in order to make myself happy, I just became happy after doing it. I don’t know; I’m no philosopher.
I won’t be home tonight until late, so you won’t be able to reach me there. Heh. You know how to reach me no matter where I am. That’s pretty cool. It’s like having a cell phone, except I always know that I want to talk to the one calling me. I’ll try to remember not to screen my calls.