Dear Becca,
God it sucks being in this place and not being able to see you every day. I miss you so much and wish I had a way to break out of here. Then we could run away to some place no one would find us and just live our lives. I swear I keep thinking I hear you call my name when I am alone at night in my cell wishing I could fall asleep. I think about you, your beautiful smile, your green eyes. I think about how I want to hold you and tell you everything is okay. I want to talk about getting married and making plans. I want to laugh at your silly jokes and make funny faces that make you laugh. Instead I just get to sit here missing you and trying not to think to hard about you being all alone out there.
I am glad you visited this weekend and can't wait to see you next weekend. I know you had to work when I went to court so I didn't expect to see you there but was a bit sad you weren't. I know we have talked on the phone a lot lately and kind of feel silly writing this letter, but I just miss you and I don't have much better to do. I also know that collect calls can be expensive and don't want to cost you to much money.
Speaking of money, did you have any problem getting money out of my account? You should be able to use the card they gave me and get it out from an ATM. If not, I will write them a letter and see if I can get them to send it to the jail. I don't know how long I will be in here so want to make sure I have money for things.
Anyway I guess I will call tonight or maybe tomorrow. Wish I wasn't here.
Preston
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