Letters for Muscles

February 18

My Dearest Muscles,

It’s a day you’ve been gone now, and this is even harder than I’d ever imagined. There’s no real way for me to talk to, besides to pretend, but so far, I’m alright.

I’m trying to be happy, but I miss you. I’m trying to keep busy just to get through the days. There’s not much to keep me occupied. Noah’s doing a lot of planning. The rest just seems to be keeping morale up. Everyone’s having quite a hard time since you left, after Sam and all… I guess I can’t blame them. Things must look dire, but I have faith.

Chandler and I have taken to photographing anything we think is amusing, so maybe some photos will be attached to these letters soon. I want to take one every single day, so maybe I can show them to you once you’re home again… even though I’m going to be very focused on spending more quality time with you.

I’m definitely going to write you every single day. Somehow, it helps. Now more than ever, I need to keep my strength up.

Yours Lovingly.
Blondie

P.S. Hope you’re safe. Everyone here sends warm wishes.