Tish thinks I should go back to Broken Heart Creek, that I should wait there until I find you. But according to socialmedia, you’re in Nashville.
And I don’t want to chase you because I’m scared. What if you’ve moved on or can’t forgive me, even when I’m offering the truth?
I miss you, Sam. So much it aches.
Love,
Charlie
Dear Sam,
Your new song came on the radio today.
I was at the salon, halfway through a haircut, and suddenly your voice filled the room. And then it filled me.
It wasoursong. The one you played for me under the trees, wrapped in a blanket of stars.
I didn’t just cry, Sam. I broke.
The stylist thought something was wrong, but I couldn’t explain that the man I love had just whispered his heart into my ears from a thousand miles away.
I’m so proud of you.
And I miss you more than I know how to say.
Love,
Charlie
Dear Sam,
It’s been a month since I saw you. Since I touched you. Since I heard you whisper my name against my skin.
You’re everywhere. On the radio. On morning shows. In the lines of articles and photos online.
You’re everywhere. Except with me.
And while the world gets to see you, I’m here, missing you with everything I am.
I want the real you. Sleep-warm skin and hushed midnight promises. Not echoes. Not shadows.
Come back to me.
Please.
Love,
Charlie
Dear Sam,
Tish and I went back to Broken Heart Creek.
We thought maybe we’d see you or Phern, or Liam, or Will.
Sherry at Knot and Spur said she only saw you once since I left. She said you looked hollow. Said you hadn’t slept in days.
Me too, Sam.
