April 17th 1985
I got your letter today. It sounds like army life is interesting. I don't envy you though, sorry. I also don't know why I'm still writing these letters and sending you separate ones. Maybe I'm a secret hoarder of my own writings. Maybe I'll give these to you one day. There's a lot of maybes apparently.
Have you shot anyone yet? I ask because I know you won't come forth and say it for yourself. That's why I ask. I hope you haven't. Killing someone changes you and I don't want you to change. You have to promise me you won't change. No matter what happens. No matter what.
I love you, always.
Lewis
JE LEEST
The 2,000 Letters
Kort verhaalHe wrote 2,000 letters. One every day since they met. For 2,000 days. And not a day longer.
