Dear Jane

Dear Jane,

Yesterday, as most days, ever since your absence (which I lay all the fault to my wife), I’ve been working through the mechanisms of a mad mind. I cannot tell you, though you may have some insights, just how utterly exhausting and frustrating it is to have to explain reality when they outright refuse to accept it and the go go against the grain, against the current, and to live in a under water, slow sort of agony. To pretend you aren’t drowning every moment.

I spend my days with my daughter Adele getting her education and help, which I put huge investment into, and I think of you most of the time as well, missing our talks.

My future is bleak yet I am planning to one day be free. Soon, and with hope and prayer.

I love you always, my friend. I loved you the day I saw you. Of course, my heart couldn’t handle the thought of loss so I kept you close, knowing the mad raven would try to cut our string if she knew just how deeply I felt for you. So, I kept my feelings at bay, trying to protect our friendship and keep you at all costs.

Still, I can’t imagine losing you. Everyday, I think of you.

Every day, you are on my mind.

I hope you are feeling better, and your pulling and agony is healing. How are you doing these days my dear? How is your art? How is school going?

I hope to talk to you soon.

Love,

Edward