Hello, lover mine,
I put another picture of you up on the wall. Leslie asks me when you're coming home. I tell her soon. I hope I see you soon. I miss you, we both miss you so much. Minnie came round and brought flowers, told me that it was okay and that I certainly would see you again.
I know I will, it's just hard to live while I don't have you.
In conclusion, dearest lover, I've figured out what I'm gonna do with myself. I'll wait for you, and I'll wait for my heart to heal so when you come back, you can have my whole heart this time.
I must be going. I love you, darling.
Yours,
In truth, very sadly,
Garett
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Yours, Garett
PoetryWhen a man and a quill become entwined, out falls a series of laments in form of a letter.
