Reid,

Do you think of me?

I'm missing your laugh and smile today. I'm missing seeing the man you're becoming.

Will I be what you're looking for?

Will I make the kind of wife you're going to need?

God? How can my life glorify you? Are these Reid-centric dreams through the night and day of you? Or have I just attached myself to yet another man that will turn into dust?

Do you care? Sometimes when I ask for relief and I feel nothing I start to wonder if I've made the whole thing up.