Letters

Writing a letter.
But how do I tell you what I mean? How I get you to understand how I'm feeling, how much I miss you, and wish you could be home?

How do I tell you how worried I am?
A page of words cant substitute for our long drives, and late night calls.

A month passed. Nearly two now.
You left, a brother and a best friend, You'll return a Marine, a brother, and still a best friend.
I can only pray that my letter from home reaches you safely and that you read my words, and feel my love, and know how I miss you, and remember the fun times, and the not so fun times.

That time we went to Sonic and I drank all your strawberry limeade.
When I found out you'd been drinking.
Bus rides, and camps.
The last time we hung out.
Saying goodbye...