You know who you are

You forget how to sleep longer than five hours. Hell, you forget what your own bed looks like. You think coffee is a meal, and vegetable is a foreign word. You stopped caring about all of this weeks ago.

You've knocked on thousands of doors. You can recall the address of a house and the face of a "stranger" you'll remember forever. Even though you'll never meet again, you know this person will remember you. You now have friends in just about every swing state.

You hate the words "yard sign" and "bumper sticker," but secretly love seeing them along roads and on cars.

You believe every vote counts -- not because you can't do math, but because you personally fought for them one by one.

While the world celebrated, a big part of you just wanted to cry on November 5. Actually, you did cry. Your friends and family keep asking "what's next?"... and you know it's only because they miss you.

Most importantly, you realize the work is not over; in fact, you know that the real fight starts tomorrow.

We might have met along the way, and if so, I'm thinking of you. Either way, thank you.