Here is the script for your reading pleasure. I want to give you my deepest thanks for taking the time out of your day to read through what I have written. On the same note, I want to give my deepest apologies to anyone who read through all my rambles at the end of the script. In all seriousness, I could never express my gratitude for taking the time out of your day to read what I have written. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Where does the time go? It hasn't felt like a year since I have posted something for this lovely community. Time flies. I wish I could say the next one will come sooner, but the fact of the matter is the semester starts back up in a few weeks. Hopefully this one will make up for lost time. Let's be honest though, I wax so much poetry in such a cramp space I should change my name to Madame Tussaunds. Fret not if that joke makes no sense to you, she runs a wax museum.

If you are considering fulfilling this script, know that you have my full blessing to make it your own. That is to say, change it however you see fit. I might be the one who wrote the thing, but you will be the one to breathe life into it. Maybe you think it's fine just as it is. Whatever the case may be, I just want you to be happy with what you create.

Vulnerable. That's the feeling I've been having, like an itch that won't go away. I've always struggled to be vulnerable. It's scary, leaving yourself exposed like that. Even with my past scripts I've hidden behind a wall of silliness to protect me. Using the notion that what I had written wasn't "serious" in an effort to distance myself. I can't do that here. This script is important to me. Not the words themselves, but the sentiment behind them. Allowing oneself to be completely vulnerable for another. The cruel irony is that there's not really anyone in my life I can talk about this stuff with. Instead I think aloud for strangers on the internet to read as I try and process my feelings. Forgive me. My point with all of this is to say, I tried to capture that feeling with my script. Whether or not I was successful is another discussion entirely.

To anyone who's made it this far, you deserve a medal. Alas, all I can offer is my never ending gratitude. This may be coming out of nowhere, but I want you to know that you are loved and that you matter. It doesn't matter who you are, I mean that with every fiber of my being. I might just be some random stranger, but still need you to know that. Things like that aren't said enough.

With that I'm finally going to stop talking your ear off. I've stalled long enough, can't put off posting forever. I mean I could, you would be none the wiser. Semantics like this would be great for stalling, if that was something I was in the business for. But I'm not, no stalls here.