If you were to ask Alexander Hamilton to describe himself on a regular day, he might say that he was a lawyer or a statesman, perhaps a general and veteran from the revolutionary war. If pressed, he might admit that he was an author and founder of the New York Post. However, if you were to ask him today, he would simply reply "exhausted." Sometimes it's when we're most vulnerable that we can finally face our truths, whether that be the ghosts of neglected friendships, memories of a war not five years past, or, as he found himself face to face with on this cold autumn's evening, a pile of crumpled letters pushed towards the back of his desk. • • • • • An 18th century tale of letters, flames, and acceptance inspired by 'Hello My Old Heart' by the Oh Hellos.