I want to light the way for you to come back home. If it’s any wonder, I will continue to make these “Charles pancakes” every weekend until you are back. The sun will be blazing soon, and we are not ready for ice cream cones and watermelon. However, cookies seem to keep us satisfied until then. Your one hug feels like a thousand. I see how you gaze upon me and inhale my vanilla perfume. I know you can’t help it, yet I know you don’t want it. Giving in to me would mean that you would have to lose the others. However, you can keep admiring me from that cold brown leather chair that you rock back and forth in. I can’t stay in your presence for too long, so you will have to make a decision soon. Not too soon and not too late. I will be with somebody else.