Ever, Sometimes these letters are all that helps me survive another week. Even if you write about all sorts of nonsense, about nothing important, they are important to me. Gramps is doing well and I enjoy working on the ranch. But... I'm lonely. I feel isolated, as if I am nobody, as if there is 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... they make me 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 difficult to think about anything else. Then the camp ended and we didn’t meet again, and now all that’s left of you are these letters. Damn, I just told you that I fell in love with you. I did. PAST tense. I don’t know what it is anymore. Love by correspondence? Love like in books? This is silly. Sorry. I just made a rule for myself that I never throw away what I write and always send it, really hoping that it won't scare you away. I dreamed about you too. The same. We're in the dark together. Only we. And it was, as you said, like a memory that 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 CORRECT than everything what I have ever felt in life or in a dream. I wonder what it means that we both had the same dream. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. Maybe you can tell me?