Dear Calum,
Calum Thomas Hood. Please, please come home. I need you. I'm tired of being sad all the time, everyday. These letters are all I fucking have. I used to talk to you about everything, and without you, I'm stuck doing what I'm doing right now. Writing you letters with the little string of hope that maybe-one day-you'll read them. Even though you won't, because your house was sold, and these letters have stayed in the box under my bed.
I've been thinking lately. What if you're gone? Like, dead? Fuck. No, you can't be. Not my baby.. I can't lose you. I'll go insane. You're all I have. You can't be dead. You're still missing, so I'll just keep praying that one day you'll come home. One day.
Love,
Dani
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Letters to Calum
Roman pour Adolescents"I've never been so scared of losing something in my life, then again nothing in my life has ever meant as much to me as you do."
