Afire love

I love Christmas sweaters. Can your mom make me one? 

I can give you mine, it’s really lovely.

And I thought you’d just pulled a disappearing act on us. That’s why you never go home. I never go home for the holidays anymore, my family has been used to Christmas or Thanksgiving or whatever without me. Though, I’d love to see you in this Christmas sweater. I’m glad you’re alive, too, and back here in the house with us.

I did think about just vanishing from earth but then again, better not. You give such great advice though sadly enough it’s a little too late, the damage is done and I will forever have a trauma. Trust me you don’t want that, it’s not a pretty sight. My heart just skipped a beat there Carter, that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever told me.