It has been a month since I decided that you and I should meet. Well, this isn't entirely true. I've known for years that you and I should be together but it has only been a month since I decided to do something about it. At any rate, I will scrape together my pennies and purchase tickets next week. I know you don't care. I know that you will be indifferent to my comings and goings. Perhaps you will even heckle me and call me a stupid American. I don't care. I will love you anyway. I'm sure of it.