Dear Harper,
I feel, like maybe for the first time in my life, like I'm getting my shit together. I'm not terrified by the night so much anymore, not when Gray is holding me. PMHF has grown on me and there are some patients there that I can really help. The only thing that's missing is my old pal Harper. I feel like I never get to see you anymore, what with work and blah, blah, blah.
I wonder if this is what it feels like to grow old. Or maybe just finally accept life as it unfolds.
Miss you like crazy,
XOXO,
Angel
PS- Tell Jon I miss him too!