And so the dreams come back and you are in trouble again. I have thought about you in the past weeks, but I haven’t driven myself crazy. But, yesterday was different.
I saw a picture of you. I read what happened. I can’t believe it. My mom told me the details and I can’t help but feel shocked and in need to talk to you. I want you to be okay.
I tried your number last night, I think she kept your phone. It doesn’t matter. I messaged you this morning. I had to. Everything told me to.