Dear Emma,
I don't know how to say in this letter. I feel miserable since you were gone three weeks ago. I can't find you even the idiots of yours keep phrasing everyday. I am so tired of it. I really wanted you to stay here, Henry was crying every night in his sleep and I can't bear by not seeing you around in this town. That's presumption of you.
Please come home. I miss you and I wanted you to listen to me.
I can't deny my feelings toward you. I realized that I am falling in love with you. That's irony of me. I am in love with the daughter of the charming idiots. I want you to come home to me and our son. We miss you everyday and I still have your scent on me. I missed your red ridiculous leather jacket and your blonde curls.
Please come home and I wanted to say that I love you so much.
With love,
Regina Mills