Dear Ally,

    7 months. It’s been 7 months since you left me. 7 months since the day you yelled at me. Baby, I miss you so much. I know you’re busy, and don’t have time to write, but...I miss hearing from you. Are you alright? Daisy says you’re worse, in a way. I don’t understand. It’s been a month or so since...the night we texted, but you seemed okay then. I know a lot can change within a month, believe me, but...you’re gonna be okay, right? Please just give me that. I feel so needy, saying that, but I’m practically begging you now. I need you; more than you could ever know, babygirl. I bet when you get back, I’ll pretty much drag you to my bed, so I can hold you in my arms, and sleep peacefully again. I can’t wait to see you. Life means nothing to me without you, baby. I love you so much, and I hope to hear from you soon.

Love,
Deanie :)

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