I have returned to obsessively watching Criminal Minds again. I love the first season. It has such unrealistic poetic justice. It’s great seeing the original cast in all of their original glory. The new seasons are so disappointing. Rewatching the old just reinforces how far the show has fallen. But here I am again, watching Mandy Patinkin take down an unsub by insulting the size of his penis. And I’ve never been prouder.

Here I am again, talking to you about my small life. I’ve always felt like my life was pretty small. I don’t know if I ever expressed this to you. I don’t think I have. Whenever you would talk about your life, my life seemed even smaller. That was okay; I’ve been content. I still am content.

The differences between us were so vast in a way. I was perfectly fine living my small life, with my small experiences, with my small mind. You wanted adventure and experiences. So, you moved to DC and became a stripper. We always talked about that future. I guess I always knew of your quiet desperation to escape. I was just young and ignorant and didn’t fully understand what you were running away from. Now I get it.

I’m sorry it took me so long.