I’m hoping these reach you, they refuse to tell me if it does. They won’t tell me how you are, or if you miss me. They always say the same thing.

“We’ll take it. Don’t worry.”

Don’t worry, they say. I don’t, not anymore. I feel as if there is less to be anxious about the older I grow. You used to say that it would happen, that someday I’d stop caring so much about the money and the things I’d get. You were right. There wasn’t a day when it happened, it just sort of came about until it had been around longer than I realized.

I didn’t even point it out, it was Liberty.

“You’re different, Guy. It’s a good thing, I’m glad.”

She misses you, by the way. She didn’t have to tell me that, Logan could tell. Sometimes she’ll have a day when she just isn’t awake and her whole body is slow. Logan tells me that those are the days that she will miss the dead. Most of the time her thoughts are on you, and her brother. If you see him up there, tell him Liberty misses him, will you?

If for some reason you finally send something back, let me know what the weather is like? It’s been raining for days here, which doesn’t bode well with half the students. There are a few, those lucky hydros, that enjoy the downpour. The electrics fear stepping outside and Sunny just seems so sad. She reminds me of you the way she looks out the window and sighs.

It’s like that time when the blizzard hit and I wouldn’t let you play in the snow.

I’m sorry, I was just thinking of our baby.

It didn’t matter in the end.

She isn’t as pretty as you. I can’t help but compare her to you in everyway. I think she knows I’m doing it, and I can’t manage to answer her when she asks if I am.

The sun is finally coming out of hiding and I’m going to go help Jenny move some canvases outside.

Tell Lydia her father loves her.

Love,

Guy