Jake.
So, I know it's been like a month since I wrote you last.  Well,
when I tried to write you last, anyway.  I did double check my
address this time so this should go to you and not Hamilton. I
can't say that was the worst thing that could have happened, 
though.  It's been really nice having him around.  I'm sure he's
told you that we put together a song out of my poem.  It actually
sounds pretty decent.  I know, I'm shocked too.  And, as I'm sure
he also told you, he's been working at the garage.  It's been
really helpful and I hope we can convince him to still work
part time when the fall comes around.  The best thing, though,
Jake, is his perspective on love.  The look on his face when
he starts talking about you is probably the coolest thing I've
ever seen.  I don't think I've ever had that effect on anyone.
I know that people can sometimes be jealous even when they try 
really hard not too, and over something that they shouldn't
be jealous over, so I am also writing to say that I'm too much
in awe of you two to ever...you know.  Even if you wouldn't
admit it, I know you're at least jealous of the fact that I
get to see him everyday so I want you to know that he's about
a hundred times more jealous of every person that gets to see
you.  Anyway.  You should have seen him try to work the gas
pump on the first day.  It was funnier than you trying to
pass yourself off as a guy.  I can't believe some people (like
Gwen) still don't know.  They're completely blind.

Love.
Bella.