Dear Hazel,
Why am I writing to you. It makes me miserable. I hate the idea of you rotting in some far off prison but I'm not ready to admit that I want you back. Because truthfully I don't.
You were comforting; fresh out of High School. We knew each other. I never felt as much as you did about anything. If I was the water than you were the fire.
So you had to be put out.
I feel more free without you, but I am missing something too. I want to show you the flowers we planted,
Benny and I.
But they're not marigolds. And you'd probably be jealous.
We will celebrate when you get home. But we won't be happy.
~Emmer
