Dear Jane,
How is your schooling going? How was your last few weeks, I hope you are doing well, or at least at peace.
I miss you so terribly.
I cannot break it to myself that I may never see you or speak to you again. It is a numbing kind of agony that brings me to a rotting stomachache, and my insides are twisted.
I am always that twisted willow trunk that soaks up too much water and is drowning and in a deep river of over-abundance. I have too much water and not enough air.
I will always love you no matter what. If you are cross with me, I will smile in your return. If you are upset, I will hug you tight. If you are sad, I will sing you until your dark, dingy blue is bright sunny warm pink.
I am desolate, but I am surviving. That’s all I know how to do. And having you as my friend is all I need to keep on as well.
I truly hope you are doing well.
Love, Edward Rochester.
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