Beth's Letters

Dear Jonathan,

I suppose by now, since you're reading this, my name has been all over our little town's newspaper. I suppose by now, I am gone. That I have now rid myself of the cruel world to which we resided.

I want to tell you that since it seems I am gone, I love you. I have always loved you. I can see the yellow sprinkles that dot your green eyes now. I loved the way you flushed when you were embarrassed and racked your hands through your jet black hair.

I've memorized you, not that I'm a creeper.

But, I'm gone now. Never to be seen again.

I hope all is well with you.

I am better, I presume.

I'll be seeing you.

Forever yours,

Beth