Dear Nash,
It's been a while since I last saw you. It's been a while since I last heard your voice.
It's just been a while I guess.
Sorry it's been so long, you know? Since I've written you one of these?
I've just been so weak, so pointless. I don't care anymore Nash, I've stopped caring, the only thing that I care about is that cling of hope that you'll come back for me. That you'll come back, period.
It's funny, do you even get these letters? Do you even read them? I wouldn't know, you probably don't considering that you haven't written me back or gotten ahold of me.
Nash, I need you to come back before I lose hope all together.
I collapsed again so I'm back in the hospital, and I'm probably stuck here until I die, but who cares right?
Your mom came and visited me; she told me she had to tell me something,
But I fell unconscious so I didn't get to hear it.
She said she'd tell me when she had time, she'd tell me before... You know... I'm dead.
Everyone has a cling of hope that I'll stay alive, but they shouldn't.
I'm already a lost cause.
I'm already dead.
Goodbye Nash,
I love you.
