Mar. 3, 1941
Respected Friend,
It is a comfort to know that I am not alone in this overwhelming feeling of hollowness.
From the moment you were out of sight as the train chugged onward unapologetically, I felt it creep in. Only your letters can stave away the demons haunting my sleep now, although I could not tell you why that is the case.
Mayhap you know of what I speak, and explaining further would only prove pointless. I should elect to believe that.
But enough wallowing, I should not like to bore you into never writing again. Let us discuss something more cheerful.
Cordially,
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...
