Dear Michelle,
Since the horrible incident that commenced between us seventy-three days ago, I have been beaten, bruised, and almost drawn over the point of insanity. It was very difficult to even continue at one point in time. I acquired this single piece of paper and pen from an acquaintance who had given me shelter due to him thinking I was nothing but a homeless bum. He didn't ask any questions of me and wasn't at all suspicious, which somewhat frightened me considering of all the people I have encountered over the past seventy-three days, all but him were questioning me left and right. Some threatened to turn me in the second they saw me.
I know that you yourself have probably thought I was insane since the second I shot the bullet, but I, strangely enough wouldn't regret what I did for a second. I have seen you in the newspaper many times and I am surprised you haven't given up your search for me yet. Honestly, I fail to believe that you will ever come within one hundred miles of finding me. This is because every moment you take a breath is another moment wasted because I'm always on the move, moving place to place. One minute I could be rotting underneath a bridge. The next, on top of a skyscraper ready to jump. You can't track someone like me. Its unfathomable that you will find me tomorrow, let alone twenty years from now. I would like you to know that I am writing this to you. And only you. No one else. I won't deny that at one point in my life I myself did love you and I don't miss you, or my old life. There will not be a return address on this letter Michelle, so you can give up on that delusional idea.
Goodbye, and when was it you said that you'd see me in court? because I'm starting to doubt that will happen
Sincerely, Adam
