Just watched your plane take off and thought you should know:

I feel you in my lungs when I breathe. I feel you in my heart when it beats and, most importantly, I feel you in my mind when it thinks. You’re part of my body now, and someone would have to break my bones and rip you out to take you away from me.

Maybe I’ll let you know that when you arrive.

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