Dear You,
It's been a long time since I've written a letter. I hope this letter finds you in good health and in high spirits. How are things coming along? I know from the last time we talked, you life was pretty eventful. I hope your parents finally came to an understanding and that you are safe as you are out there fighting the bad guys.
Isn't it kinda funny how we have arrived at this moment? Who would have thought that the idea of having no control over what we consider "fate", is actually something that you and I could have and probably should have controlled. I'm not sure if I'm over analyzing what could never be or if I'm just dwelling over missed opportunities. I don't question you, however I question myself, my motivations, and maybe my inability to just throw it all out there.
I wonder how you really feel. It seems you always put a front so that you can ensure my peace of mind but I'm really starting to wonder how you do it. As selfish as I am, I don't think I'd be able to do it. Hear me out... My intention isn't for you to be or act that way. In fact, I appreciate your constant support but would hate for you just to put an act for my sake
Then again, I'm probably just over analyzing... making me seem more important than I really am... you're really good... stay good... seceip ot uoy ssim... Let me know how things are... I'll wait patiently for you to write back.
Hlub,
Me
