I Hate the Way...

Part 20: "Love, Josie"

Josie doesn't hear from Hope much within the first couple of days after she leaves, other than a simple phone call to let her know that the plane had landed.

Currently, where Hope is located on base, she's safe, but still within an uncomfortable distance from the conflict areas, so Josie still worries.

As she anxiously wonders in her spare time about the well-being of her wife, her worries become all-consuming.

So she turns to her usual source of strength: Music.

As Hope fights on the other side of the world,
Josie fights for strength on the home front, humming up a new tune.

And the music only makes her think of Hope more.

She remembers Hope saying they need to appear as a married couple in all aspects of their interactions, whether in person, over the phone, emails, letters, texts...

So she pulls out her phone and begins typing out a message:

Dear Hope,

We fell in love so quickly.

I figured I'd write you and fill in the gaps that we didn't have time to fill.

So, here's what you need to know about me...

Music is my everything.
I started as a kid, just singing to myself to drown out whatever was going on at home.
My mom was usually busy running the school, and all my dad ever did was make her miserable.
He hated that his children were born from a vampire, so he harbored resentment for our mom, and essentially Lizzie and me.
My mom and I didn't talk about it much, and she thought I didn't notice, but I did.
Lizzie has always been more communicative about her emotions, and I've always been better at listening to other people's feelings. Hence the codependency.
So while most people learn to speak their feelings out loud or write them into a journal, I learned to make mine into music.
My whole life, I've loved to sing, but I'm kind of terrified to sing what I have to say.
So, that's why I sing covers. I hide behind someone else's words instead. Ironic, since I have been told I'm more than opinionated, which I'm sure you know.
It's just that every time I sit down to write something original, making a living and all my medical necessities get in the way.
Maybe that's a cop out, but I guess now that we're married, I'll find out...

Love, Josie