
Hey Troy, I haven't written in a long time and I feel guilty about it, but I haven't forgretten about you, not at all, I think about you everyday. I need your guidance, your advice. Art left for basic training on the 18th of august, the same day I had a miscarraige that I didn't even know I was pregnant, and last night after homecoming I ended up telling a girl with a huge mouth that when she asked if the rumors that I was pregnant were true, these pregnant rumors keep happening and I was so pissed off that I snapped, and now my whole tiny school is going to find out and I have to face them all tomorrow. Speaking of pregnancy, Rhiannon is pregnant, about 15 weeks now. I feel really alone lately, with Art being gone, he keeps me grounded and silly, like you did. People say women have a habit of finding men like their fathers, I didn't, I found a man like you, and I couldn't be happier, and soon enough I'm going to be staring at this man as I walk down an aisle to him, and I wish you could be there to walk me down the aisle to him. I miss you more than anything in this world, I love you so much. I'll write soon, I promise. XOXOXO. <3
P.S: The picture is of me and Art, I wanted you to see a picture of us.