Hello, lover mine,
It's been seven weeks now. Are you ever coming home? I miss you. You haven't been answering my letters at all. Leslie keeps crying whenever I mention you. She thinks you've died.
I ask her what's wrong, and she tells me you've been dead for weeks. She's a child, I don't think she understands. But I'm sure that you'll be home soon. Why wouldn't you be? You're a man of your word, and you promised you'd come back to us. Will you? I really hope you will.
Can't wait to see you again,
Yours, very hopefully,
Garett
JE LEEST
Yours, Garett
PoëzieWhen a man and a quill become entwined, out falls a series of laments in form of a letter.