I hope your stay has treated you very well, and I hope you find yourself content in that living arrangement. I can not tell you how confused and angry, melancholy, and scared I am. I thought me refusing Darcy was what I wanted, what was supposed to happen. Now that I glance out of my window most of the time, admiring the daisies and the setting, all I can think about is him, who he is thinking about, where he is, if he is thinking about me. Or possibly another girl. My chest feels heavy and I have to shove the ideas out of my head and stroll around the room, just to get me breathing again. Is this how you feel about Bingley? You look so happy when around each other, but I cannot say the same about Darcy and I. I am so confused and frightened that my heart is saying one thing while me head is screaming another. The gravity of my thoughts will soon put an end to me if I do not relieve them soon.
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