Dear Justin,

My subconscious misses you. I miss you. I had another dream about you last night. You kept appearing and disappearing. Then when i finally stopped looking, you finally came to me, and I got to hold you. I can still FEEL you. It was so real. Then the military came and ripped you away, but even after that you came back to me.

I know you haven’t left for Afghanistan (AGAIN) yet, but when you get back, I’ll still be here, and I’ll still care about you. I will always care about you; no matter how you think the war has changed you. We all change, and we’re all f**ked up on the inside. That’s the human condition. I’ll probably end up back in the psyche ward after that dream…

I can’t handle everything… I can’t really handle anything. And knowing that I can’t be with you, and that I won’t even see you, except for when you happen into my dreams at night… really just makes me want to melt into a puddle on the floor.

I’m sure you’ll never read this. I’m sure I’ll never tell you any of this, unless you decide to ask me.

On the off chance you find it, give me a call. Humor me by letting me hear your voice, even if it’s only for a few minutes. In the meantime, I’m not sitting by the phone and I’m not holding my breath. If someone else finds me, and makes me happy enough to stop dreaming about you, then I guess you just miss your chance…

If you really want me, you know how to find me.

Love Always,

Little Miss Dreadie Locks

P.S. Love and Faith, right?

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