Annie,
It’s been almost six months…one hundred and sixty-eight days. I know you moved home. I know you’re hurt and angry. I know I’d do anything if you’d just come back.
I know you still love me.
What do you dream of, Annie? Is it me? In your dreams is everything the way it used to be? Because it will be that way again as soon as you let me back in. On the nights I’m granted the gift of sleep you come to me. You slip off your dress and climb on top of me. You tell me how strong you are because of me, how nothing can ever hurt us as long as we’re together. Your hair hangs down your bare back, and you smile like the world can’t touch you, because it can’t if we don’t let it. In my dreams you are safe and loved, and exactly where you should be.
But then I wake up and you’re in New Jersey and my hell continues.
I can fix this. I can make you feel safe again. I can make you know how much I love you. You don’t need to do a thing, but let me. I’ll come to New Jersey, or New York, or wherever you want to be. I can’t live the rest of my life only alive in my dreams. And you can’t either.
Your heart’s still here. The locket hangs from its chain on the corner of my bed right where you left it. I carry it in my pocket when I bulldog and hang it back up every night. Come back and get it, Annie. You can bring my heart back with you.
I promised I wouldn’t call anymore, but I want to come get you. So much has changed, but the way I need you, every minute of every day, is the exact same. It can be the same between us. We can go back.
Call me, Annie. Come to Oklahoma. Say something—your silence is killing me.
You love me in my dreams. I know you love me when you’re awake.
The only one,
Jason
It’s been almost six months…one hundred and sixty-eight days. I know you moved home. I know you’re hurt and angry. I know I’d do anything if you’d just come back.
I know you still love me.
What do you dream of, Annie? Is it me? In your dreams is everything the way it used to be? Because it will be that way again as soon as you let me back in. On the nights I’m granted the gift of sleep you come to me. You slip off your dress and climb on top of me. You tell me how strong you are because of me, how nothing can ever hurt us as long as we’re together. Your hair hangs down your bare back, and you smile like the world can’t touch you, because it can’t if we don’t let it. In my dreams you are safe and loved, and exactly where you should be.
But then I wake up and you’re in New Jersey and my hell continues.
I can fix this. I can make you feel safe again. I can make you know how much I love you. You don’t need to do a thing, but let me. I’ll come to New Jersey, or New York, or wherever you want to be. I can’t live the rest of my life only alive in my dreams. And you can’t either.
Your heart’s still here. The locket hangs from its chain on the corner of my bed right where you left it. I carry it in my pocket when I bulldog and hang it back up every night. Come back and get it, Annie. You can bring my heart back with you.
I promised I wouldn’t call anymore, but I want to come get you. So much has changed, but the way I need you, every minute of every day, is the exact same. It can be the same between us. We can go back.
Call me, Annie. Come to Oklahoma. Say something—your silence is killing me.
You love me in my dreams. I know you love me when you’re awake.
The only one,
Jason