Dear Seth,

Though I like Drew a lot this was meant for you.

I'm scared out of my mind. Being sick and on vacation is no fun. Doctor's don't know what is wrong with me and it's frightning and frustrating. Especially when they take more notice of your ink than the issues at hand.

All though my best friend, whom I love to death, is here by my side there is someone that I want even more holding my hand. And when they poke and prode me telling me everything is going to be okay I want you here so bad. I'm so tired of being a pin cushion with too many bruises to count almost.

I try and take walks along the path of my hotel to clear my head. But the only thing that helps is that sometimes at night when the moon is shining brightly I look up to where it is and just stare praying that we are looking at it together. It makes me feel so not alone in this big world. And tonight it feels like one of those nights to do exactly just that, to just let it all out and cry.

Though you are probably fast asleep some how I hope that this reaches you. Sweet dreams, I love you Seth.

p.s. I love you