Letters To Beatrice

dear nash,

i did nothing to you. 

they call it love.

you're hopelessly in love with me as i once was hopelessly in love with you.

i don't want to read your letters.

stop it now. 

unfortunately i already threw that ugly and dead plant away so now i have nothing to look at when your mail comes. 

i don't want to hear about you. 

best wishes, 

beatrice.