Letters & Rants

Dear ___ ,#7

Dear ___,
       I hope you're doing well. I hope you have 35 dogs and two goats. I hope you're happy with where you're at. It would suck if we weren't happy. I really hope you're just doing what you love and living your dreams. Maybe today you're in Peru or something. Maybe eating expensive bagels in New York City? Maybe you're on the street begging for money. I hope not though. I want to be happy but you're just so AHHH!! I don't know how to explain.
        You're scary and real. I mean unless I die choking on cereal then you're not real. Everything I do right now can change you. It can change us. I just want what's best for us but I'm so scared that I'll do something wrong. I'm so scared that me not turning in one essay will destroy us. I'm scared of you but I'm so excited for you. Or for us? I'm not sure.
       All I want is to write books and travel. I want to see the world and write endless stories. I want every word to be written down on a piece of paper with a cover that has my name on it. Is that what you're doing though? Are you happy doing something else or miserable that I'm too afraid to find what I need for us to be authors? I just need to know but I can't know because that's how life works. We take a chance and work our ass off hoping for the best outcome. I just hope you're happy because I want to be happy.

Love,
You