February 1998

Dear Cas.

Hello again my darling.

I know I already wrote you a letter just a few days ago, and I know Sam is getting worried about the amount I write anyway, but I just wanted to tell you -

I found a house. Alone in the middle of a small island, two story, with a white picket fence.

If you were here you would have loved it. We could have bought it together and lived there until we were old and complaining about everything. Although honestly, Cas, I doubt you would have complained.

We could have lived there and we would have been happy.

I nearly bought it anyway. I could have lived there alone and written to you whenever I wanted and when I died I could have left it to Abigail.

I didn't.

It wouldn't have seemed right without you. Nothing seems right without you.

I wish you were still here, more than anything.