Dear Ariel,
If you read this I just want you to know that I don't blame you for what happened. I just want you to know that even now you're not with me you'll always be in my heart. The moment I first met I didn't even realize who you were. I just thought that you were a spoiled little brat, the niece of the mayor. Not realizing that you were my Ariel. That night I saw you once. The next time I saw you was the 1st of September, you were my roommate in college. We couldn't stand each other at first. I still remember that a few weeks into school you accidentally broke my PlayStation. I was so angry at you that I could kill. But the moment I saw you pushed against the wall with my hand on either side of your head, the only thing I wanted to do was to kiss you. Since that day we became friends(again). We started to hang out together and we even started to give each other stupid nicknames. All our friends were betting on us, who would ask who out. But we always said that we were just friends. Oh how stupid I was to say that.
I may not have the chance to say this to you in person. But I loved you since the day we met. I didn't realize it until it was to late. When I chose Phoenix I should have known better. All the times we were together she would tell me how you were manipulating her, while it was the other way around.
I still don't know what happens that day of 'the slap' but I have a theory, hear me out? Okay, just before you slapped Phoenix she was joking about your uncle, not knowing he died the night before. After you slapped her you ran away because you felt guilty. The day after our talk( after your attack) you went to the doctor. He told you you had the same disease as your uncle, creating heart attacks. You didn't want anyone to know because you were afraid someone would pity you. In the months that followed we became really really close. Cat moved away and it hurt you. Not in a heartbreak kind of way but in a almost heart attack way. We didn't know what was happening we just thought that you were heartbroken because your best friend needed to leave. The days after you felt ill and I felt sorry for you. That's my theory, does it match reality? I'm not sure if you'll ever read this. You're in the hospital now. They brought you in just after our first official date. I dropped you of at your house after our date. I turned around one more time to wave when I saw you, slumped against your front door barely standing up. I rushed to your side just in time before your legs gave out. I picked you up and brought you to the couch. When i took a step back to see if you were hurt I saw you clawing at you chest. You trembled and you had tears in your eyes. It was the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. I called 911 and about five minutes later two paramedics rushed in. In the hospital they told me that you were sick. At first I was angry, angry that you didn't tell me. But I understand now. I just hope you wake up.
Writing letters isn't my thing, it's yours. You wrote letters to anyone and everybody loved them. I hope you can write me back on this one.
I love you,
Love Nash.
