Nov. 18, 1940
Dear Steven,
Telling me you did not want me to go made me feel like I was sinking to the bottom of the sea. I cannot explain it better than that, although I should like to try when I see you again.
You should know I wrote and threw away this very message in my indecisiveness. Such an admission is not something I might verbally be capable of telling you, but something is making me write it down nonetheless.
It is terribly dull here without you, please write back.
Your Friend,
James
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS, JAMES
RomanceA true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him ☆ in which a soldier realizes he is in love with a friend after a war begins to be read in tandem with 'yours, steven' ★ installment 1 of 3...
