Dear Nick,

Today I said goodbye to Ian. He’s the cute kid I sent you a text picture of once, maybe twice. He’s the sweetest, most fun three year old I know. I miss him already.

I hate packing. I don’t want to move. I’m sad that I won’t be in the same building as you any more. I won’t be here next time you come back. The sadness makes my arms and legs hurt.

You started new treatment today. I hope you’re handling it well. I wish I was there. I wish I were moving there instead of Texas. I want to call you. I want you to tell me that it’s okay that I’m sad, that everything will work out, and we’ll see each other soon. But I don’t know how you’re holding up, and I don’t want to bother you. I would give anything to be sitting on your couch next to you, talking late into the night.

Love,
Holly