Aug 14, 2011
letter #36 - november 30, 2010
Can you tell me why I want to go to my room, lay on my bed and cry? Just cry. Because I can never, ever stop loving you and I hate that about myself. I can't concentrate on anything because you're constantly on my mind. Every memory flashes before my eyes and all I can think is that I want to make new memories with you. I want to spend my life with you. You know how they say, you know you've met 'the one' when you know for sure that you want to be with them forever, that you can see them always in your future. Remember the future we had planned?
This is killing me so much. Please make up your mind.
Bea.