Journal~November 16~1:30am
Caleb-
I have been sitting here for nearly half an hour, trying to figure out how to begin this.
You just- surprised
I didn't think I was ever going to see you again. The only proof I have that you walked into my office this afternoon is that I have my necklace back- otherwise I'm sure I could have convinced myself it was a dream. It feels like a dream, in that I really can't remember much of what was said- I was just in shock.
I think I yelled. I'm sorry for that.
But, Caleb, you have to understand- I have been doing nothing but worrying myself sick over you for the past two weeks. No word of where you'd gone, if you were coming back. I know you got my letters, because Cassie always came back empty-handed- that was the only reason I knew you weren't dead. I was terrified, Caleb.
When it finally sunk in that you weren't coming back, I didn't know what to do. I could barely function- I spent nearly all of last weekend crying, trying to figure out what to say in that last letter. Trying to convince myself that it would be better for me to move on, or else I was close to driving myself insane.
I know I made a mistake. I promised you I wouldn't leave, and I did.
But I came back, and you were gone-