I had the nicest dream about you last night. We were sitting in a front yard somewhere with Katie and we were all talking and laughing. You were reading one of my favorite books: Watership Down. We talked about that for a bit. Then I read you some poetry that reminds me of you. Not sure which poem I read to you. But I’ll start looking for it. I didn’t want to wake up because I wanted to continue hanging out with you and Katie. I know this whole situation has been very painful for you. I am sorry for my part in it. You do what you need to do. I DO understand. I just want you to be safe and happy. Merry Christmas if I do not hear from you. I love you to the Eiffel Tower and Back, forever Brittany Bee. Absolutely NOTHING will change that. Not distance, not silence, nothing. Xxoo