Where’d you go?
“I miss you so. Seems like it’s been forever since you’ve been gone. Please come back home.”
I’ve been checking the mail religiously and still no letter. I hate waiting. But I really can’t complain. I know it’s because he’s doing more important things. I had a dream about him last night. I dreamed that I got to see him. Well, not him exactly but I got to see where he lives. He had a journal on his bed and it said, “In case you’re here…” When I opened it, it said, “I don’t know if you’ll ever be here but in case you are, I wanted to leave something out for you to leave a message in. So don’t be shy!”
I found a blank page and I wrote a message to him. I told him that I miss him and that I love him and I’m so proud of him. I told him that I liked seeing that he had hope that maybe I’d be there one day. I left the page open on his bed with a picture of us on top and a wrapped gift next to it so he’d know that I had been there. And then I woke up.
I like to think that dreams mean something, even if they don’t actually mean anything. It makes the good dreams better. But I’m not sure what to make of that. I liked it though. It feels good to be loved.
I’m listening to “Dark Night of the Soul” by Philip Wesley. It’s piano music and I really think that Jake would like it. I want to write down a list of things he needs to look up when he comes home. I think I’m going to start a journal for him. I’ll put pictures, movies, music, stories and news in it so that he can know what went on back home while he was gone. I think that he’d like that. But for now I’m going to go to bed. It’s 1:15 am. I have to work tomorrow at 2 and I’m sick so the sleep would be a good thing. I miss you, Jake.
