Dear Becky,

i'm in ap us history right now and we're talking about chickens. sick chickens that caused a law suit. i don't think i need to explain why this reminded me of you. haha. i'm not sure if this note will really have a point or not but i can't talk to you right now and i miss you so im going to talk to you on paper. you're probably doing physics or reading about some old guy with a beard right now. I like how my mind takes little snapshots of different scenarios that happen to me throughout the day, like when i talked to meghan about how every band in the world is really just a tegan and sara cover band. i love how even though we can't really talk throughout the day anymore because you have school you still take a little time out to say good morning to me. i think that's soo sweet and it makes me smile. i also like our night chats on the phone. this is going to sound sort of strange but even if we arent saying anything at all, the fact that i know you're there on the other line makes me feel safe and secure. im not sure if that made sense. my friend lindsey just gave me a s'mores granola bar. it is yummy. adam isnt at school today. jen isnt at school today. other people arent at school today. maybe the apocalypse started early. good thing we abide by stephen colbert's rules. my history teacher has the worst southern chicagoan accent ever. sometimes its charming, sometimes it makes me frown. this not jumps around so much, sorry if you are unable to follow. its like a stream of consciousness note! the sequence of my thoughts on paper! like show and tell? anyway, i appreciate you and that's the main idea. i love telling you about my day an rambling at you. it makes me feel...im not sure there's a proper word for it. sometimes when im down ill read past notes that youve written me. my favorite is still the one that's six pages long. i love it. its so heartfelt and lovely and i can tell that it was hard for you to tell me all that. you were spilling your heart out to me and it was beautiful. it has even made me cry a few times. i want a drunken tat on my ribcage. i'm rambling.

love you!
cailee xoxox