Dear Dean,
Things are getting better. I'm back to work and Sam is back at school. We got me a phone. this way he can always check up on me. I don't like this idea. I'm not a 5 year old at home all by myself for the first time. I guess I deserve this though. I just wish he wouldn't have to constantly make sureI'm okay. Well, break is over. I'll write when I get home. Lots of kisses.
Love, Cas
Dear Dean,
I ate some more today. I ate a pizza with a friend from work. It was awkward actually. She kept asking what it was like being in love with you... Don't get me wrong. I love talking about you. About us. But it still hurts. Maybe one day it wont have to hurt anymore.I hope so. I would love to talk about you without choking on my words and crying for a Good 15 minutes. Does grief really last this long? Why can't it all just end?I love you Dean.
Love, Cas
