Scott—
I saw you in my dream again last night. We were in the field–our field–lying just like we used to. My head was on your chest and you were holding me close. It was beautiful, just like it always was. You were beautiful, just like you always were. Absolutely gorgeous. Stunning. Amazing. Mine. I could feel your hand on my waist as we lay there, staring at the setting sun. The comforting feeling that was like home to me. Your touch was so magical...I hope you remember how it felt to touch me, too. I hope it was as magical for you. I hated leaving you. I'm sorry I had to wake up. I wish you could wake up with me.
Yours, Mitch
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Letters to Scott
Fanfiction"Grief is like the ocean; it comes in waves, effigy and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim." -Vicki Harrison.
