Letters to Josh

Dear Steph,
This has to be a new record for home sickness. I miss nothing more than you! But I miss so much! There is nothing friendly about this camp. I miss my hair gel, not that I have any hair to put it in anymore. I miss baseball, how are my Mets doing? I miss church, my brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews. I'll even admit to missing my Mom!
How are you doing? Hanging tough I hope, I'm sure that you're doing better than me. I love you. I miss playing with your hair, beautiful dark brown curls. I miss your laugh. I miss hanging with you, especially in the parking lot. I miss seeing you, hearing your voice. Mail is slow here so I still haven't gotten another letter from you, but I am sure that you've written.
It's only been a day since we arrived! I've already gotten sick from the food, or maybe just because I miss you so much. I layed under the stars last night, I hope you got a chance to too.
I shouldn't complain so much because I chose this fate. I really hope that you're doing OK. That is my biggest concern, regret. If you are OK then I will be too. Deep down I know that we will both be OK, because we are both strong. As soon as I am back in your arms my world will be right side up again, but not a moment sooner.
Smile when you read this letter. Laugh at the little things in life still. Remember me when the birds are singing and when the stars are twinkling. I love you Steph. I have to go now, free time's over. Stay strong
Love,
Josh
P.s. I love you mostest!