[Enclosed is Occasional Pieces of Poetry; a slightly worn copy that is clearly Jane's personal property, wrapped in a pale blue handkerchief. Along with it is a letter.]
Dear Mr Johnson,
As promised, I have enclosed a token for you to remember me by, as well as my favorite handkerchief. The knowledge that you will be gone for my favorite time of year. I will console myself knowing that each night, we will look upon the same stars and count that as one day closer to being reunited. Whether that is here or in another town nearby, that has yet to be seen. I am trying not to pick any unnecessary fights, I assure you. I just find it difficult sometimes to hold my tongue.
There are some bright spots, such as my few students who ask questions and engage in a discussion instead of looking at me with a mix of horror and disdain. I don't mean to stand out as much as I do. Although I suppose I should stop telling you these things. You may decide I am not worth chasing after if I am run out of town.
On a more positive note, I hope that you enjoy the poetry I've enclosed. They are some of my favorites and will hopefully make your time more enjoyable in the evenings. I'm sure that ice harvesting is incredibly labor intensive, so I did not wish to give you anything that was to be an additional burden for you. I am burden enough