April 14, 2014
Peter,
Here goes nothing.
I remember when Jeannette left for college. I was a little sad, of course, but I just always had this mindset that no goodbye we said was forever. And for a while, I was right. We still talked on the phone and skyped. Life was good, Peter. It really was.
When I heard the news of Jeannette's death, my life was just crushed flat of all its purpose, leaving me cracked and isolated.
I guess that's why I dropped out. Everything just sort of lost it's purpose..... I was just another girl trying to find her way in a maze of nothingness.
I know I'm no poet, and keeping my feelings so open has been insanely hard for me. I don't have your way with words.
I hope you benefit from this. I'm hoping I will as well, but now I just miss her more than ever.
From:
Maisie
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From: Maisie
Teen FictionA book of letters written between Maisie Charleston and Peter Holden, two lost people trying to get over the death of their dear friend, Jeannette. Assume all images used in this story are not mine.