Dear Josh,
It's been a while. I've had lots and lots of thinking time. Thinking time isn't always good but I guess this was.
I have decided that I miss you. Now that's obvious but there's more.
I decided that I need to burn that journal. It's driving me insane! The words fill my brain untill I can't even think to breathe.
I decided that it won't be long untill I see you.
So I need to burn this journal. It's disrespectful and you will be annoyed but you'll forgive me right? You will forgive me?
I pulled out a match from the draw and placed the journal on our wooden bedroom floor. The small flame burns bright lighting the entire room in the early morning darkness.
A single tear rolls down my cheek as the journal goes up in flames. The flooring soon catches on and spreads around me.
I now sit in the corner watching the flames dance around me. I can't even force emotion at this point.
The flames are nipping at my toes. Death is calling me Joshy, it's calling
See you soon.
