I'm alright - but sad, and lonely. I think about you all the time. It'll be eight o'clock in the morning, in Canada, and you'll probably still be asleep because you'll have jet-lag.

I tried to picture you, to imagine where you are or what you're doing, but you're somewhere that I have never been, and I can't see you at all.

I hope you're alright.

I miss you, terribly.

With much more love,

Becky
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <3

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