The story of me and how he found me (b.s)

He knew. He knew I was gone. He knew that I was no more. That Bella was merely a memory now, someone to mourn over the loss of. He also knew that the letter in his hand was the last piece of anything he had of me. What he didn't know was what that said letter would enclose, what would come from reading my handwriting, or what my last wish for him was.
But, see,
I knew. I knew that Bella, the perfect girl taken by a silent illness with no escaping, was not going to ever return. I knew she wasn't. I also knew the girl I had aspired to be would be and that the letter I wrote to him would explain who and why she exists and not I. I knew that he would find her, because it was my last wish and he would do this if nothing else for Bella or I guess Nevaeh now ...