With This Pen and Paper

August 19th 1942

My Dearest Soldier,

I feel as though I am floating on a cloud that I could slip through and free fall at any given moment. In all honesty I don't think i would mind all that much. It might make me actually feel something or make me come back to reality. I didn't think I was one to believe that in a time like this I would find love and yet I can feel it coursing through my veins as though it is what was supposed to be there all along, I feel as though it's keeping me alive.

I wrote that when I was seventeen. I never thought that these words would come to life again as if nothing changed. Although something has changed, as it always does, I am no longer seventeen.