I. . . Think. . . I'm a. . . Stalker. . .

This might be weird for some of you to read,

especially,

possibly,

Elder Jeff Gibson.

He will be reading this soon.

Anyway. . .

I'm becoming increasingly stalkerish

as the day comes closer.

I can't stop!

I write his name out every time I doodle,

or I do things

just because he likes them.

When someone asks me if I'd rather have blue or green of something

I say green

because that's his favorite color.

Not to mention I am constantly talking about him

and trying to bring him up in random conversation.

It's almost like when he had just left

only without the crying.

Okay, so maybe I've always been a little like this,

but now it's extreme.

Someone please tell me to calm down,

or I'm afraid I'll freak him out

when he comes home

in 50 days.