Dear Benjamin,
You said the train was safe. You told me I would be fine. You promised you would be at the station in Chicago when I arrived. Before I left, two months ago, you said you would be waiting for me to return.
Well, you lied.
It wasn't safe. It was very, very dangerous. You didn't mention the gun, or the crazy old man.
I think I'm dead.
I miss you, your blue eyes and pink lips. I miss your long blond ponytail that I would always run my fingers through. I miss our bed so much. Can you come meet me still? Can you see me one last time? Please, be at the station when I...when my body...arrives.
I love you.
Do you miss me? Do you miss my laugh and my soft skin? I hope you miss me laying on the bed beside you. I hope you miss my warmth, and in the winter months to come, I hope you don't miss me too much. I'll always be with you. I will always stay beside you.
Can I have another hug? Please?
I think I'm dead.
Soon, now, I have to go.
Will you miss me? I will miss you.
Kiss me in the shadows of night. Imagine me on the bed, snug beneath our sheets. Imagine my hair intertwined with yours. Imagine my eyes, my smile.
I won't be mad if you fall in love again. Actually, please do. I want you to be happy. Let me go. Keep me in your heart, but leave room for a new soul mate. Leave room for love.
I was pregnant. You knew that. Three months pregnant.
It is a girl. The paramedics saved her, I think. I hope she is beautiful. I can already see her as a young woman, with long blond hair, just like yours. I am smiling right now, there are tears in my eyes.
What should we name her? I know you love the name Kya.
Lets name her Kya Marie.
Love her as I loved you.
I'll miss you.
Don't forget to love again.
But also don't forget me.
I think I'm dead.
Love always,
Your Boo-Boo, Lana
