Third letter to Mary.

From my novel, Mary and Daniel.

My Dearest Mary,

 How I'm I suppose to go on without you?

The second you left me, I was lost.

Everyone says, go on, you must be strong, go on.

But how can I, you were my strength.

Some would say if you were an old man, I would die of a broken heart.

I wish I was an old man to end it.

If you were here, there would be no question. I would stay.

Who said, a young man can't die of a broken heart.

Your Daniel