Dear Josh,

This month was probably the most difficult one we’ve had so far. Being apart all the time really sucks right now. I mean, out of nine months, we’ve technically only been “together” for two of them. Without Skype, I don’t think I would’ve survived this semester. Still, seeing you through a webcam is simply not as good as the real thing.

It seems like we’ve gotten in several… not fights, because that’s not the right word… well, misunderstandings, this month. When your only form of communication with someone is online, it’s really easy to misunderstand phrases, or sign ons and offs. Every time a rift comes between us, I’m never really upset at you. Even if something was said or done that made me feel not-so-great, I would always just think about how much I love you, and how great it is that we love each other enough to care so much about one another. I’ve saved all your apology e-mails, although none were necessary, as you never did anything “wrong.” It’s been a stressful month for me, and I know the distance is taking its toll on you. Don’t worry so much about little things you say. I can still feel your love.

One night when I signed onto Skype this month, I was greeted with this:

But I do miss those curls on the nape of your neck. I suppose spring break was the last time I’ll have gotten to twirl my fingers in them.

I’ll be home in Kentucky in exactly one week and three and a half hours. It’s not much longer now until we’re together! You’ve mentioned shopping around town for something lately, but you wouldn’t tell me what. I don’t want to put my foot in my mouth later, but I want to guess that it’s an engagement ring. After all, your mother did mention that Friedman’s was closing on speaker phone. I think it would be awfully romantic if you proposed at the airport next Saturday. Of course, I don’t expect you to, and if you don’t do it then or in a month or in a year, I don’t care. As long as you’re still mine.

I’ll be with you soon.

Forever and ever,

Michelle

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