In this love letter, I use archival materials and the founding documents of the United States to trace my personal journey with American disillusionment. The concept of the American Dream appears throughout as a symbol of dangerous nationalism that contorts the violence upon which American society depends. Using various materials to capture my misgivings with the American Dream in the form of a love letter, I call attention to the colonial fantasies and imperial violences that make possible American nationhood, and thus start the process of grieving the idea of America that I was taught to believe in.