The bitter long wait,
The ungodly doubt,
The chilling cold,
While the ghostly sound of l'isabella serenades the moon,
I sat with them!
Trying to relive every bit of euphoria I've felt on our journey,
For my life without the boys, I could not think what it might be.

—With thoughts of another great adventure, I send out a new letter; A call to party with frens!