Dear B, I miss you being here. Everyone is excited to be going tomorrow but we all have to wake up at 4 in the morning to go to Atlanta. I don't really feel good. It seems I'm coming down with something. I've been having a headache and sore throat all day. I took NyQuil around 9 but I'm still not tired. It did help me though. I hope to feel better soon. It's Father's Day tomorrow. Or in twenty four minutes for me. I painted some pics for dad.... I still don't sleep well.... I fall asleep fast but I wake up every hour or so. I only really sleep for thirty minutes everytime. Then I stay awake for an hour before falling asleep again..... I don't have good dreams. They're not nightmares or memories about Lucas but they are sad... If I could feel, I would have cut myself again.... I did it when I broke a while ago.... Being like this stops me from doing it but two knives stay on my window almost all the time. The only time they leave is when I leave the house.... But since I don't leave often it doesn't matter. I wish you were to hold me, to tell me it's going to be okay. I wish you were here to pet me, to kiss me, hug me, to love me..... I wish you were here to let me cry and pull me back up...... But you can't. Even if you were going to be here on Monday you couldn't. You're broken too. And you also need someone to pick you back up. And that person is me. And I will be there. Just as I said I would. I will be there to hold you, to say it's going to be okay. I will be there to pet you, to kiss you, hug you, to love you. I'll be here to let you cry it out. I will be here. Even if you can't for me yet. But I know when you I pull you back up, you'll come to find me.....so I'll be waiting right here in these chapters for you to find me... Please find me soon.... I love you with all my body, heart, and soul to life my moon.
Love,
M. Cannon
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A letter a day for my one and only
Non-FictionLetters to my love until he comes back home to me.
