Dear You,
I miss you. Every second of everyday I think about you. Wondering how you are doing in Basic, if you are thinking of me, and what you miss about home the most, whether its music, greasy fast food, watching T.V, or just. . . Us. I would say I've never felt like this before, but I have. When Grandma died, after a breakup. . . Whenever I had to leave you after we spent a too-short week together. But now, this is so much more extreme. This is a fatal wound to the heart that can only heal with your return. A dull ache in the back of my mind that rears up with every picture, movie, or book I come across that reminds me of my love again. And it comes in waves. Leaving me fine one day, with friends to keep me company, and living a shadow of a life at other times. Only thinking of how I can get to you again. See you. Talk to you. Love you. I know there's nothing I can do though, so I wait for these 8 weeks to be over at last. So that I can finally do what I dream of every night.

Yours, Moose

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