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Letter #254
Dear Ben,
It's officially fours years today - four freaking years. Can you believe it? I know I sure can't. Its crazy to believe that 1,461 days have passed since then. That's over 35,000 hours spent without each other, apart, separated. Alone. You see, that's how I feel even with the company of countless friends I've made, interesting characters I've met. Even my own parents. Among them, I feel singular and I would be lying if I said that didn't make me feel the least bit guilty. Actually, there's lots of it -- so much so, that even my parents wouldn't be able to uncover it all. I won't let them, for fear that the civilization of who I am and the things I desire would leave them disgusted, disappointed. You probably think I'm hyperboling my sentiments, that I've gone crazy. God knows that's what I think. Its this damn isolation I unwittingly place myself in (I'm starting to think that's why you always bothered me) but I plan to make it stop. Before you freak out and call my parents, discontinue your actions you big worrywart. I never implied I'd stop my life -- why do so when I have our big reunion to look forward to? -- just that I have an amazing plan and yes, my parents are well informed of such. In fact, they're in on it and that's all I'm telling you so I'll stop here. Once again, not my life you over anxious dork.
Hope camp is going great,
Alex
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Thayer Anderson can't help but let out a sigh of pure satisfaction. Its a beautiful night out, an infinite number of stars twinkling across the vast night sky. The moon's full and bright, it's light reflecting off the lake producing a perfect reproduction. His long legs are lazily hanging off the dock and into the warm water stretching out as far as the eye can see. He feels like the only one abroad.
It's moments like this that he cherishes the most.
Silence.
Isolation.
Peace.
It enables him to leave his life and gain him time, no matter how small, to retreat into his thoughts - mostly about her.
It always comes back to her.
Thayer reaches into his back pocket as his body goes on autopilot, knowing exactly what to look for; 1) Take out wallet 2) Open wallet 3) Take out picture 4) Look at picture.
Look at her.
As usual, a soft smile appears on his handsome face, his honey colored eyes immediately honing in on her.
His best friend and also (surprise, surprise), the love of his life.
She never knew though and he had gone to great lengths to make sure it stayed that way. Today marks four years of her departure and he still misses her like crazy. She had left with her globe trotting, paleontologist parents to some remote part of the world ready to discover some long lost civilization or whatever. He isn't sure. When they left, he wasn't surprised. Based on the stories her parents always told them when they were younger, Thayer had concluded that staying in one place was something they never did. What did surprise him though, was the fact that they managed to stay in Bedford for 15 whole years. Guess they finally got tired of the domestic lifestyle after all. It still didn't change how much it hurt when they left.
It still hurt like hell to this day.
He always wonders how such sentiments feel like physical weights on his heart. There's not a day he doesn't remember, the levers and pulleys always tugging, always reminding him that yes, Alexandria Grace Hastings is real and yes, he, Thayer Brooks Anderson is completely and irrevocably in love with her.
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