Dear Ally,

I’m sorry that I’m not always the best guy to you, like I should be. The truth is, I’m just not good at that kind of thing. It’s hard to protect everyone I love, especially you. I care too much for you, and I’d never want you to get hurt. I couldn’t live with myself if that happened, and you know that’s true. But, if you’d let me, I’d like to do my best at protecting you and caring for you, the way I should. I’m also sorry that sometimes you feel ignored. If I’d have known that, I could’ve done something.  You should know that I’d never do that to you on purpose. But ever since you left the bunker that day, it’s been...different.
I’d never tell Sammy, though he’d want me to admit it, but you’re definitely...valuable to me. I mean, the bunker is kinda boring without you around. Well, the truth is, I miss you. You’re the one who makes me laugh, especially when I seem angry to you. And you always try to patch me up after a hunt, even if I insist that I don’t need your help. I don’t want to sound cheesy, but...I can’t stop thinking about you. I still remember how beautiful you looked in the backseat of my car. I know it could just be wishful thinking, but I do wish you were here at the bunker. With me. Apparently, Sammy thinks I’m better with you, and...I think he’s right. I mean, well, yes, he’s right. It’s different for me to say this, but yes, I do need you back. And obviously, I’m too much of a chicken to actually talk to you.
You’re probably not even thinking of me anyway; I’m betting you’re in some other guy’s arms right now. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you hate me. If you are with some other guy and you do hate me, well...you know that I’m still going to be stuck on you. If hat guy hurts you, and even if it’s ‘not a big deal’, you know I’ll kill him. Honestly Als, I dunno what I’m going to do without you. I really wish you’d answer my calls. I’m not going to leave a voicemail for you, because...well, the way I really feel...it’s personal. I know that you know I’ve been said to be damaged, and dead inside, and I don’t like to be alone. I really don’t. And really, you made everything better. I never thought I’d feel happy again, but with you around...I did. I do miss you...and I wish I could see you again, but if you don’t want to then...I’ll try to move on. But I’m not making any promises. Please Als…

Dean

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