Hey Ag,
I'd very much like that. Though I'm worried this may not happen. We can't reach each other except with these paper planes and I'm growing weaker. I've been sick more times than I can count (some even containing blood) and I'm growing too weak to even pick up my pen every day. I can't stop sweating and I keep seeing hallucinations. I'm so sorry but I fear my time will be cut short. I've tried to call the local doctors but they never answer me. I fear I'll be a burden on you even if I can get better. There are still many things you don't know about me. Some things you'll never know.
From,
Maria
YOU ARE READING
Dear the man at number 3
RomanceJust a short story about Alexander and Maria, two people exchanging letters.