Years went by, and Winnie and Jesse had grown apart. Too many seasons had hurried past her before she even realized how late it actually was.
One hot summer afternoon, as Winnie sat under a large, oak tree in the wood, she thought of Jesse, and how they were suppose to be together by now. "I should have drank the water," she quietly spoke to herself. "What happened?" "Where did the time go, and why did it go so quickly," she pondered.
Winnie's daughter skipped quickly over to the tree where Winnie had been quietly daydreaming of Jesse, and their lost love. "Mommy," she said. "Why do you look so sad?"
"I'm ok sweetheart, nothing to worry about."
"I love you Mommy."
"I love you too sweetheart."
As Winnie's daughter skipped on, her hair flying in the breeze, Winnie picked up the paper and pencil she had placed on the grassy spot next to her. She began to write,
Dear Jesse, …