Dated November 3rd

Dear Jonathan,         

I feel so tired lately. Everything takes more effort than it would usually. It’s like I’ve been living in a sleepy haze these past few months. My personal dark clouds flying over my head everyday. It hasn’t rained yet, but the clouds haven’t let up for a while now. I wonder when the skies will clear.

Something strange has been happening recently. The red flowers have been in bloom for a while now. The ground has long been barren, with only a few weeds taking residence. But now it seems a new flower pops up everyday. Do you know what might’ve caused them to bloom again?

It seems I’ve been filling this letter only of my troubles. I apologize profusely. I don’t mean to be so gloomy; it comes naturally. That aside, I assume you’ve been well? I’d hate for you to come to harm. How’s that ankle of yours? You sprained it last time I saw you. How long has it been since then? A year? This letter may seem sudden, but I found myself missing your company the other day. I wonder if you felt so too.

Yours Truly,
  La Donna