It’s a little strange now, having all this time to think about the words to say as I walk to your apartment. I haven’t counted the steps yet, though I know that they’re much more than the few we needed before. The elevator won’t get me there any faster than if I take the stairs. It’s only two minutes, but they drag on; soon enough, I fear it’ll be too far to drive an ocean away. I’ll keep that in mind as I knock on your door today.