She asked me to call when I woke up. I slept in. Around 2:30, I finally crawled out of bed and took a shower. Upon get­ting out, I called her. 117 min­utes and 30 sec­onds later, we had cov­ered from here to there, happy to sad and every­thing in between. I feel bad, because I want to do more­and yetI can't. I wanna go see her. She said, "thanks for talk­ing to me." As if it were ask­ing too much of me. I wish we talked more often. And then some­times, I just wish she would come home.…