The Pen.

Sam bought a pack of pens to keep track of his thoughts. His therapist said writing his thoughts will give them structure. Thoughts flowed through Sam like as breeze through a tree. Structure was the way for him now. He needed to organize himself. This surely will help his relationship with Bella. Something had to finally help his relationship with Bella.

Bella. Sam knew Bella since they were in juvie together. She loved to write. Same did not love to write. Bella loved how Sam breezed through his thoughts. Open and free, Bella would flow with him. She felt free with him. Just how she felt free with the pen. She dreamed of freedom from her thoughts, from her past.

Sam did not use the pen. He sat down many times, but words never came down onto paper. When it came to moving the pen, he was frozen. He felt sleepy. One late night, as Bella laid on the bed sleeping, he tried again. He looked at her. He had known her ten years already. Like in his ability to write, he was frozen in how to talk to her. He needed to tell her everything.

He felt frozen. He fell asleep.

The next morning Bella made him breakfast in bed. She was elated that morning. She read the note that Sam had written her. She never felt so loved by Sam. His words said everything that she knew was in his heart. She felt his focus and his purpose for her. As she stared into his eyes, she recited the letter he had written her. He looked back, confused. He had not written that letter.

Who had written the letter?