Dear Sam,

Dean called again saying he was sorry. I don't blame him you know. But I have a feeling that you are going to come back. Everything is going to go back the way it used to be. I will always have hope for you. I love you. I love you. I love you and I want you to come back and I will be waiting and things can go back together like nothing had ever changed. I know that sounds like a fairy tale. But I want that fairy tale.

Love,

Levy