dear vanessa,

honey, you're making it really hard for me to love you, don't you know that?

you called the police. why would you call the police?

thank god i heard you and left. it was morning and i was just about to fall asleep from exhaustion, but then i heard you whispering in that bathroom. and trying to sob as silently as possible.

i feel your pain, too. we'll be together soon enough with any interruptions or distractions or. . . "detours".

these people are messing with your head, vanessa. that "boyfriend" telling you i'm dangerous. telling you that once it's light out, you need to call the police.

tsk, tsk.

i gathered all those letters and left the apartment and made sure there was no trace of me.

and when the cops showed up?

shit, you must've looked like fucking. psycho.

doesn't appear that they're looking for me, but even if they are, we won't have to worry about them trying to keep us apart.

i've got a plan.

don't you worry.

sincerely, jonathan