“Bullfrog,”

I HAVE avoided you. My heart beats way too fast to move with Grace around you. Talking/chatting/ ribbitting back and forth gets frustrating when I put endless amounts of energy into being as loud as I can, to hear crickets in response. They sound close by every single time, so I remain adoringly loud. (I’m afraid that pitch is only in my head though). Knowing you actually hear, see or sense the mountains of crumbled up love notes all over my room would be enough. I think. Hopefully, still. I’ve been operating in isolation for so long I’ve had to make myself comfortable. Talk soon. Kyle.