Javeriya, I’m tired and I miss you terribly.
Back then I had that dream and I hadn’t known what it meant. But I guess now I do.
You’re just as dead and unreachable to me as you were in that dream. I guess I was subconsciously aware and very afraid that this would happen. I have hardly any updates from you and I’m panicking just as much as I was panicking in that dream. I feel like screaming your name just as I had screamt it on the phone when I’d heard the loud honking from a car and the screech of breaks and a terrible crash and the sound of glass shattering and tinkling on the ground, and then drop dead silence and your absence. You were gone.
I feel like that now. The place you’re in right now, I hate it. No bloody wifi?! My messages won’t even deliver! That’s how unreachable you are to me. The same as you were in that dream. You couldn’t hear me. You weren’t there.
I wanna hear you! Tell me I’m fulla shit. Tell me I’m a sappy gooey idiot at times. Tell me about your latest discoveries about why men are a-holes. But God, call!
I miss you. I hope you’re well.
If you happen to die somewhere in between of this crap, I’ll keep my promise and play Highway To Hell on your funeral.
You have my word.