━ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 ━
Dear Honey, you know this type of stuff isn't my thing. Writing letters and shit. But Fogarty suggested it. Something about writing my feelings down would help me feel better? I don't know how he expects me to feel better after all of this. He's a dumbass. It's almost been a month. A month since I've seen your beautiful smile, your brown eyes that light up whenever you'd talk about moving to Paris and learning French, and your damn laugh that was the first thing that drew me into you. I'm getting emotional and you know how much I hate sappy stuff, but it's you I'm talking about. I could never hate you.
I miss you.
— love, Pea.