July 5^th

David,

I am writing to you, because your name and your face are the only two memories I have. I know you will never read this. I don’t even know who you are but I feel like I have to tell someone.

I had that same dream last night. The one where I hear a baby crying in the distance, then there is silence, deep, penetrating silence like the world has ended only no one thought to tell me. I wake up to the sounds of screaming and I think it is me, until I realize it’s not.

Maybe there is a good reason I have forgotten who I am.

Me.