Dear, Beau

R.J. and Beau have always had a spark.
Ever since their first kiss when they were 10 on the ferris wheel. R.J. writes letters documenting their relationship and her feelings. Until both of their lives changed forever. "I loved you in a way that only time could understand, but by the time it did, you had already forgotten how to love me. Now, I carry our love alone, a ghost of something that was never meant to last."