Dearest T.

I miss you. Lots.
I had a terrible nightmare last night, In which you died. You knew you were dying and told me that you were. I cant remember the rest of it, but I woke at 3am crying my eyes out.
Your texts are reassuring me though, thanks Its not long till Monday, and I cant wait to see you again.
I think I may bring you something to celebrate. A cupcake maybe.
HT.