Paperman.

I'm having the hardest time forgetting him. (If you're just joining us today, and you have no idea who "him" is, educate yourself here. HIM.) 

But you know what? That's okay. There's still hope. It's not even February yet. Heck, it's not even Friday yet. Besides, I don't technically leave until the middle of April. And if all else fails, I can always pull a Paperman and throw paper airplanes at his window (which happens to be fifty feet from my window). 

One way or another, I'll tell him.