I thought of the perfect title and then forgot to write it down.

 

Dear friend,

 

I don't exactly know how this works, but I heard that you listen.

I've been thinking.

About tragedies and beautiful people.

And how they can sometimes be the same.

How she was a terribly real thing in a terribly false world.

I think that's why she was in so much pain,

even though no one knew.

 

Until now,

Sam.