Dear Alec,
You've been gone for two weeks now. I haven't been coping well. The people in the institute have even sent me to a therapist to help me forget. But I can't forget. You're all I ever think about. Your head of luscious hair, the way your smile lights up a room, your blue eyes that I love so much. You're impossible to forget. I don't want to forget.
Of course the people are worried about me. I'm even worried about me. My therapist is worried as well, and that's why she has handed me this journal, so I can write down my innermost thoughts. I'm supposed to give it to her every week to read over, and I just feel so weird giving it to her. Most of my thoughts revolve around you, so I guess that's why she wants to read it over, to make sure I'm handling everything well.
But to be honest I'm not, and yes I'm fairly aware she will read this. But the truth has got to come out sooner or later, yeah? She never specifically told me what to write, but just that I have to write. So I'm writing to you. I hope you don't mind. I want you to know how I've coped with the whole thing.
