It never used to be like this…
Journal Entry Three
Dear Daniel,
Well, I tried to talk to you today. We just fought. We never used to fight. It feels so horrible. How
I HATE it. I don’t want to fight with you. I love you. Will you ever know that you are no longer at
war? You are home now, Daniel. I am not the enemy. I am completely on your side. You can put your
gun down—or at least take it out from under your pillow.
I don’t know if you will ever be able to tell me what happened over there. If ever you want to talk
about it, you know I will listen. I am not as clueless as you seem to think. I watched the news and saw
all the pictures. Even while you were gone, I realized we were living in two very different worlds. I
know I will never be able to comprehend what you went through.
But I would listen and really try. I would rather us be crying together than alone. This is unbearable.
If you don’t talk to me, I can only imagine the horrors. You were in a world of war, a world
where rules and expectations are different from here. I sure would neve "