Letters to her

Dear Juliet

Its the first day you have been gone. I'm already dying from sadness Maine is too far away for my heart to handle. I know that you had no choice but I'm still very upset.

But I know if you were here you would tell me to stop being a downer.

So I guess I can try to look at the positive. Your dad is making more money so that's good for you. And your mom was always complaining about how she hated the heat and weird weather patterns here in Florida, So that's a good thing she's happy.

Its hard being positive when I'm so sad. My bed feels so empty without you. And your pillow is cold. It still smells like you though, That's one thing I'm happy about.

I keep thinking about last time we went to the park and how mad you made your mom when you came home covered in mud and grass. Because we had a HUGE mud fight and then I made you let me cover you head to toe in grass. And all you said to her was how it was worth it. I thought and thought about why it would be worth it because your mom grounded you for two weeks. And when I asked you later that day why it was worth it. You sat there for awhile kind of like you were deciding how to say it, and finally you said because it made me smile.

When will we be able to do that again?

How are you going to beat the levels I can't pass on games when you're so far away?

Who do I get piggy back rides from now?

Whos supposed to hug me when I get scared of silly things?

How long till I see you next?

All I want to do is hug you while you tell me I will be fine, that I'm over reacting, and that you will be home soon. But that wont happen, because Maine is your home now. Florida is just a postcard on a shelf, the dust will settle, and the picture will disappear.

But hopefully the picture of me hangs around just a little bit longer.

Love,

Anne