3/14/1800
My Dear Etienne Jay,
I am glad to be writing to you again, My Dearest Friend. I have missed you more than you have me, I can assure you. I have missed you more than I can say, Etienne Jay. I am glad to see you energetic and well. Words can also not express how proud I am to see your sentences making more and more sense! And I swear I can see your writing becoming more legible, too! Anywho, I do need to apologize, as I see it fit in this circumstance. My selfishness has caused more than inconvenience for my family, and I do not wish to inconvenience you as well. You have nothing to do with this, and you shouldn't get hurt because of my selfish carelessness and disregard for my safety, as well as yours. I honestly feel glad that you still worry over me, because it means that somebody cares for me, even still. I do not deserve you or your kindness. Although you do not wish me to, I cannot help blaming myself for the events that took place that day. This is because only I caused it. It is all my fault, even if you can't believe it. Additionally, I would like very much for us to meet in person. I live closer to you now, so it shouldn't be as hard on me to visit. I know you have been anticipating this day.
Your Good Friend,
Constant Matthews
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The Letters
Ficción históricaConstant Matthews, a rich man in the 19th century, decides to contact his dearest friend, Etienne Jay, who immigrated from France to America, to speak of normal matters.
