Dear E,

 I saw my note just setting at the edge of the bridge with a rock pressed against it. I'm not sure if you even looked at it.

I've been praying for three days straight, hoping that you are still alive. Curse words are on the tip of my tongue and I have an urge to just kick something, anything. I'm not frustrated at you, no my rage comes from the fact that I can't do a dang thing to make sure you are okay.

Promise me that you will be okay?

Please

 Love yours always,

 Ben