I had the dream again. I wish you were here to talk it over with. I need your calming voice of reason. Jack misses you like crazy too. He pretends he doesn't know who I'm talking about when I bring you up (forgive me if that breaks your heart.) but I hear him, awake in the middle of the night picking out the chords to that single song you taught him. God, I'm fucking sick of that song Norah! I wish you'd come back and teach him another one, he wishes that too, don't worry. When will you be back?? Evan says hi by the way- he never pretends to forget who you are!
So how is life in the 'new city'? (I daren't speak it's name!) Remember that book we read in year 9? I imagine you bashing around out there like that girl, completely lost but loving it at the same time. Discovering a whole new life. A life without us small town hicks.(Hah!)
Our tree came down yesterday. A big storm swept through (Yep, summer has settled in.) and tore it apart mostly. Somehow it made me need to write you. Is it a bad sign Norah?
I found your old blue scarf still tied to that branch. I'd send it to you, but I can't. I've propped the whole branch up in my room. I salvaged it as the boys dismantled the rest of the tree. Chopping it into nothingness. My room smells like eucalyptus now. I fall asleep thinking about the "good old days" (how tragic of me!) when we would sit up in the tree for hours, waiting for someone to walk beneath us so we could bombard them with perfectly aimed water balloons.
I wish I was away in the real world with you. I wish I was anywhere but the real world actually. My real world atleast. But enough about me, what do you think of me? (hah!) I hope you're okay out there Norah. Write soon- tell me everything. I need something, anything, everything to fill these mundane days.
yours til Niagra Falls, (Can you tell what I've been reading??)
B.
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