On the Inside

When I was in college, my car was broken and he picked me up for the weekend in a limo. The girls called him "Limo Boy." During my years at school we lived with quite a distance between us. We talked on the phone a lot. He mailed me letters. The phone helped us to know what was going on in each others' lives and the letters helped us to know what was going on, on the inside. Lots of years have gone by. Lots of stories to tell. Today he brought home a card. It said, "Thank you." He wanted to let me know what was going on, on the inside. Thanks for the thank you.