Oh Bingley

Today, I wrote to Elizabeth who is visiting her dear friend now known as Mrs. Collins. I tried to not sound as if I was still depressed and heart broken, when in reality, I am. I still think of Mr. Bingley often, thinking of his kindness towards me and his hospitality of letting me stay at his abode when I was sick. I also often think of the abruptness of his leaving Netherfield. How could he leave so easily? Was I not as important as I thought I was in his eyes? I guess he has his reasons. I must not assume.