Ever, Sometimes These Letters Are All That Helps Me Live Another Week Even if you write about any nonsense, about anything important, they are important to me. Gramps is fine, and I love working on the ranch. But... I'm single. I feel isolated, like I'm nobody, like there's no place for me anywhere. It's like I'm just here until something happens. I don’t even know what I want to do with my life. But your letters... because of them, I feel connected to something, to someone. When we first met, I fell in love with you. I thought you were beautiful. So beautiful. It was hard to think of anything else.... Then the camp ended, and we never met again, and now all that's left of you are these letters. Hell, I just told you I fell in love with you. I am in love. In the past, . I don't know what it is anymore. Love by correspondence? Love as in books? It's stupid. I'm sorry. I just set a rule for myself that I never throw away what I write, and I always send it, very much hoping that it will not scare you away. I had a dream too.... It is the same .. We are in the dark together.... Just us . And it was, as you said, like a memory turned into a dream, but it was a memory of something that never happened, only in a dream it was so real, and even more, I don't know, more RIGHT than anything I've ever felt in life or in a dream. I wonder what it means that we had the same dream. Maybe nothing, maybe everything....................................... Why don't you tell me?