After a night/day of being almost unsure of everything: (of thoughts to move back to Iowa, of thoughts of joining the military upon graduation, of thoughts...) I walked in the door and stripped off my gloves, and what do I find.

One simple gift.

One "something" that means the world to me all of the sudden.

Sitting there on my desk, I find that there is one person that cares enough to say "I love you" without words, in our strange language that we adhere to with commitment.

And it gives me a grip on reality, on tomorrow, and on staying in Utah for at least a little while.

It is exhausting to keep this up. But it must come with "a smile, or else I shall count it as a falsehood."