Hi, Hazel.

I promised to write you a letter if anything new happens. So I'm writing you this letter. My letters might be short ahead but this one is not that short.

I just wanted to let you know that I'm doing great. The psychiatrist is a good lady. She treats me well. She tells me that in no time, I'll be over whatever that's hurting me. But that's the problem; I don't want to be over you.

She doesn't know about you. She thinks that I was left alone at the altar on my wedding day. She thinks that because she saw the ring on my finger. The ring I bought for you and me. Yours is in my locket and mine is in my finger. She thinks I'm hung up over my lost wife.

Haha, she says my lost wife was not a good lady. That my lost wife left me because she hated me. She doesn't know that there's no lost wife. Thus this lost wife never hated me.

It was you all along. I had been so much in love with you. You were my reason to smile but since you left, it's been difficult to do so.

Elena came up to me yesterday and asked me about your phone number so she could contact me. Mum told her that you've been on a vacation trip. Far, far away from here. I wish I were told the same so it'd have been less painful. But who am I kidding, I saw you welcoming that harsh impact from the van.

Remember when Christian saved you when you were rooted to the spot in front of oncoming van that day? Maybe vans have something against you. I'll have to keep in mind to not come in contact with a van again.

I will keep updating you so you don't feel left out up there, Hazel. I hope heaven's treating you well.

-Jayden Lister.