Dear Jonah,
You were the pictures in my mind. The voice I heard when I didn't know what to think. You were paintings on my walls and the every word I have ever wrote. You still are. I loved it. I fucking loved everything about you. And that is what hurts so much. The memories that I can't escape for the life of me. Your voice, your smile, your eyes, your everything. It just doesn't want to go away. I needed it to go away. And I'm so sorry, Jonah. I'm so fucking sorry. But I had to go. I had to escape. I had to escape my personal hell on Earth, you.
Forever yours, Nyah
P.S. If you care enough, the next letter is in the place we first met.
YOU ARE READING
Find Me Under The Willow Tree
RandomAfter I went away, did you search for my face in the crowd? Have you wished I was there with you? Did you go to my room and just sat there numb? Have you missed me at all? Have you ever loved me like I loved you? A STORY WRITTEN THROUGH LETTERS.
