Dear Seth Jones,

Seth Jones, I knew you were too good to be true. But, to be completely honest, I was really disappointed when I found out you had been leading us all on. I mean, I guess I understand. But, I was just really hoping you were as good as you led on to be. But, I guess all good things must come to an end, even people.

I mean, you knew everything. You knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. You were always in the right place at the right time, and you always knew what to say. And, I guess that's why I liked you so much. It was a refreshing change. It was nice to see a classic hero right in front of me. It was nice to see the good guy go above and beyond, and exceed expectations, if that makes any sense. I guess is what I'm trying to say, is it was nice to see the good guy prosper instead of the bad guy.

But, then you turned out to be a fake. And, I must, admit, although slightly disappointed, I was never mad at you for it. I guess I knew your perfection would come to an end, like all good things do. But, I was really hoping it wouldn't have to. But, I guess one good thing; for once the good guy got the girl! I was happy you found your Mary in the end, even if it meant leading us all on for what seemed like an eternity.

It was nice getting to know Seth Jones, I wish some day I'll be able to get to know Eugene Morton.

Not fakily yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Eli,

Around this time of year (near summer) it makes me think of you and the summer we had together. I will never forget the fact that I got to spend time with you before anyone else, so awesome and I'll never forget that. But, when I think of you, I think of summer. And that makes me feel alive, and feel the sun on my face, and the fresh smell of grass and flowers. And it makes me miss you, and summer. And, I'm so excited summer's coming. I'm planning on spending a couple of days with you, so plan on that happening. Just a warning.

I had something I've been wanting to say to you for a few days, I've just been thinking about you, but now that I'm actually taking time to tell you I can't remember. I guess that's what I get for waiting, huh? Oh well, I'll probably think of it in the middle of the night--at least I know you'll be up to read this. ;-)

Anxiously yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Eliza,

I just want to commend you for what you did to save your son. To have your husband ripped away from you, then find out your son was to be sent away. You did what you had to do to save your family. And as far as I can tell right now, you have. You saved your son, you found your husband (or he found you rather), and your in a home of good people. Sometimes the scariest, boldest, most risky things for us to do are the most rewarding. And as of right now, it seems like you're an example of that.

I wish I had half the courage you had when you took your son from a loving home to save him, to stay together. To have courage like that...I can't even imagine what I would be ambitious enough to do.... Go after my dreams, maybe. But, that even, is not as bold as what you've done.

I look forward to spending more time with you, maybe some of that courage will rub off on me! :-) Really, though, your story is inspiring. It truly is. Maybe I'll make you rub off on me. I'm not sure how yet, but I may find a way. Professor Eberle was talking about being courageous today in Brit Romantic Lit and doing what you're scared to do, maybe that's a sign or something. He was telling us to do it, you're doing it. Maybe I will, too. I'm going to start writing my book again, tomorrow. ;-) hehe. Kidding. Sort of.

Courageously Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.