Dear Josh..
This is one of those moments when you would tell me how silly I am. When you would tell me that I need to see a mental doctor but then laugh. We would joke about alot of things, Josh.
I've had alot of reflection time in this corner. Not like looking out into space for the day but actually thinking about things. About life. About you. About me. About us. How? Why? Who? What? The phone call. You going. Me clueless. And what next? The explosion. You left. I came. And that was it.
The thoughts circle as if they are stuck on repeat. Round and round like that time we went on the carosel at the fair. See? Everything, anything reminds me of you.
I'm sorry this is short. I'm sorry I don't have much to tell you, to say.
Love Jen
