A/N:

I do not own SAB.

Wilke,

I know it's been awhile since I last wrote, but a lot of things have been happening.

A lot of things are always happening, but this time it seems like a bit more.

Anyway, I really decided to write because I can't sleep. I keep remembering things we did together, and things we said we were going to do. It all kind of fell apart, didn't it? I mean, we never figured your parents were serious about shipping you off. At least, I didn't.

Remember all the girls you've dated?

I was thinking about them, how many there were, and how weird some them were.

Remember the one that always tried to convert you? She would lie and say she wanted to see a movie, but you always ended up at church instead? You used to hate that so much, but every time she asked to see a movie you would go.

Or, the one that ate so many carrots she was kind of orange? We used to always joke that she would get eaten by rabbits one day when she stepped outside. And that she wore so much perfume because she was covering up the smell.

I always liked the one that read poetry outloud, no matter where she was or who was with her. I still remember going to that stupid poetry reading and having to leave halfway through because we started laughing. She broke up with you that night and you didn't even care.

You never really cared.

I miss the way it was, when you were here and things were normal. I wish Bay had never taken that stupid DNA test and I wish we had never found Daphne. Don't get me wrong, I love them both, but things would so much easier...

I'm caught up on the 'would be'.

How it 'would be' if Bay was my only sister.

How it 'would be' if you'd managed to keep your grades up.

I keep wishing that everything was back to normal.

I keep hoping for the 'would be's'.

I know I shouldn't really be unloading all this on you since you've got your own problems to deal with but, like I said, I can't sleep. I feel like it's all just pressing down on me and, if I close my eyes, it'll kill me.

They act like it isn't affecting me but it is.

Anyway, I was just thinking about you and wanted to write this letter.

See you as soon as you get back for the summer.

Toby.