01/20/2017
Dear Jonah
Today was the day I started dating someone new. We watched a movie and he kissed me most of the time. His name is Channing which means "dark wolf" in Irish. He didn't directly ask me to be his girlfriend, but I wanted him and I got what I wanted. You and I haven't been talking for the past few weeks because the last time we spoke we BOTH had confessed our feelings for each other. I don't know why we had to stop talking, but we did, and I've chosen to accept it.
Channing has brown, oak hair and the tips of his hair are golden. Exactly like yours Jonah.
His eyes are like a brown abyss with green stars floating through it and yellow strikes of lightning interrupting the darkness. Your eyes are similar Jonah, except with Channing, he actually looks at me with his eyes. Anyway, we'll speak when we do
Dear Jonah
The process of letting you go has started today
(Or at least I hope)
YOU ARE READING
Dear Jonah.
Teen Fiction"Dear Jonah. Here's a book about all of you I never said. All of me I never told you. And all of us that never was. As I lay in my bed at the hospital I send you the letters I wrote to you. Dear Jonah. Here's your book." An old woman on the verge...
