Disclaimer: You know it….I hope you like this. I know the letters are odd, and now starting to be out of order, but I've got a plan, and it'll all tie in, I promise……

Tommy,

This is so surreal. I'm writing this letter, and when it's sealed in its envelope, Kwest is gonna send it, because apparently, he's the only one privileged enough to know where you are. God damn you, Tommy. Don't you care? You don't know what you've done to me.

On top of wanting to know where the hell you are, I want to know why? Why did you leave? And why was the only goodbye I got a small little "bye"? When did I become so little to you? It was our time, Tommy, and now, even if you came back, I don't think I want it anymore.

And even thought I'm pissed as all hell, I want you back. I want you to come back, come back to me. I need you, Tommy. That's all, just you. I need you for more than my music. I need you for me. I don't even know if you'll be back at all. All I can do is hope. I guess that's what you've left me with.

Please, please, please. I'm begging now. Does that make you happy? Tommy, god, where are you? I'm alone, and I just can't do it. I miss you. You're my rock, my everything. Now that I've practically said it, you must know. Damnit, Tommy, I love you. That should be enough. I'm waiting, and it should be you.

Come back,

Jude