Why She Happened To My Beloved

In Love Letters, Section 1, Megan Foss takes us back into her past as a heroin addict prostitute. She shares her story as a young woman living in the streets while boyfriend, Darryl in prison. Their relationship was inseparable, they had spent every moment possible together. During her free time, she wrote him letters on a tablet with yellow paper discussing everything her surroundings and public media. She never mailed any letters, due to it confirming the reality of him being gone. Therefore, she made herself believe that she was saving all her letters for when he would get back at night. In addition to the fear of judgement, she never stepped foot into a store to purchase a stamp to mail her letters. She felt denied by society around her

I want you to know that I am alive, but petrified, I am trying my best to survive. You are amongst one of the most essential persons in my entire life, we both will always have a bond stronger than steel. There has not been one night that I have not thought of you or about our family. The memory that will always be fresh in my mind is the trip we experienced the time we toured Niagara Falls with mom, when we visited you in New York City. Even though the separation will be the terminal memory I experienced with you, the jubilant memories will always come before horrendous moments. You have impacted my life significantly. If I have never have had you as my brother, I would have a laborious time growing into a young adult, even though you are 16 years older than I am. Your age difference has benefited me oodles, you informed me how to deal with the similar situations that you once experienced. Brian you are my other half, I don’t know how I can survive without you. It hurts to know that we shall never meet again, but please stay strong, and know that I love you! You will always be in my heart, I hope that we may meet again, even in another

Everything was taken from Lyla, her house, car, luxury because of loans and her irresponsibility. She stopped going to school and doing concerts. Her day and night were spent in search of the person who killed her parents. As usual, she went to the restaurant to eat a hamburger and discuss the issue but Sally wasn’t there. So she went to sally’s house, her guard opened the gate and told that she can wait inside, sally will be there in an hour. So, lyla sat there because she had to ask if she can help in finding the girl. As they were best friends so she went into her bedroom and sat in bed. She suddenly felt something under the pillow. It was sally’s journal. At first, lyla hesitated, but then she decided to read it, after all they are best friends and share everything. On the front page it was printed with bold marker:

I really miss you Caroline. I wish I was there for your sister’s wedding. Also, I miss our lovely daughter Virginia. How is everything going on at home now that you don’t have your manly man around anymore? I wrote a poem for you. Ready or not here it comes. It's amazing how I feel when I'm around you, How my heart pounds when you come into a room.” I look at you and think: My God! How lovely!

The short note read, “Dear Paisley, I know this may be hard to understand, but it’s for the best. This is the only place I could go. We will always be together, I love you. Love, Sarah”

I miss you and Percy so much, almost more than I can bear. I think about you all night long; sleep is hard to come by.

As I exhaustedly cried myself to sleep last night after May’s suicide, the thought of you never left my mind. I thought of writing down my feelings, instead of drowning in them, in a letter that you will never read. Years ago, you were in front me but, ever since the day you passed away, I wake up every morning with the reminder that you are a just a living memory. And if life is as short as they say it is, then I guess we are going to meet again sooner than I think we will...

My darling Cara, this war is taking a toll on me. I am unable to do the simplest of tasks, and once I can, I will be returned to that godforsaken battlefield. This reprieve will end soon, and I do fear this, so I have begged paper from anyone who is willing to spare it. These, my love, could be the last letters you will receive for a while, as it is too muddy to write in the trenches.

I am writing this letter to tell you how much you are meant to me. From the moment that I saw you, you steal my heart. Oh, my dear Edna, you do not know how much I am dying here in Mexico. I missed you so much. You know, it is warm and hot here, but my heart only has light when I thought about you, my dear Edna. I missed your eyes, the sparkle of your smiles, and your soft touch.

I hope you are well. Send my regards to Father and my sister, Mary. I miss you all very dearly and hope to see you soon. I have been meaning to write you for weeks, but we have been very busy fighting lately. Today has been the calmest of all my days here, so I can finally tell you all about what it’s like in this Great War.

Little Jess finished delivering the eggs to the house early and then went and asked his father if he could go search for buried treasure. He had a dream

I am very afraid. I have been so close to dying so many times. This is not anything like they said war was like and I am afraid that I will never see you again. I miss you all very much. The list of things I wouldn’t do to see you all again is nonexistent. Mother, I miss your cooking and your ability to always make me laugh. However, above all, I miss you tender kisses and your beautiful smile. Father, I miss your constant advice. I also miss the way that I felt when you hugged me. I felt so safe and protected. I miss my sisters dearly. I miss Gabriella’s laugh and her jokes. I miss Camilla’s hugs and her positive outlook on life. I could use a bit of that positivity. I even miss her spunky attitude and her constant whining. I miss Michelle’s

Sally was only four and had no idea what was going on. Bob (her dad) was only twenty-eight. They were stuck in the bucket, but they were sitting on a blanket. They had food and water, because they were putting away leftovers when this happened. The man was the girl’s father, and she was only six and she was ready to go swimming. But she can’t, she is stuck under the bucket!” I wonder if I can dig my way out.” “Good thinking daddy.” So me and my dad was digging and fell into a hole. We found

I wish that she never leave this world, but her time just finished, and I'm happy because I know that she enjoyed her life, I will miss her big smile, always in her face those big eyes that tell everything about her, her eyes were amazing and big, when she was angry, she will just look at you like if she will kill you. She used to bother a lot, but that make her so amazing. I wish I could back in time and save her from everything, but we can't stop time , and she left this world, but I'm sure that now she is on another paradise and I'm sure that she is laughing really

She tripped and tumbled onto, no into a hole a huge hole, not just a small one, what, where and why, what made leah push her in, where was she, and why was bad things always happening to her, it was always her, she sat there crying thinking about how she lost her dad and her older brother in the car crash and how she was just five, her dad was her hero , she remembered the rain falling hard on the car, she remembered her mom’s scream and next thing she knew her brother and dad were on the ground, to much was going around her she couldn’t take it all in, next thing she knew she was hugging her mother, both sobbing at a grave.She took a breath and looked around the hole looking for a way out nothing, she saw nothing, she looked at her wings and remembered how her dad used to tell her about the fairies in her dreams and their beautiful magical wings, she started to cry thinking about her dad and how she missed his smile