Ed. note: this letter is when he started packing letters written over multiple days in one envelope, and he’d indicate the order to read them.

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Still Saturday 7th

Hey baby, again!

Second letter in one day! Crazy, huh. It’s 1:42, and I’m bored. Not really ired enough to nap, and can’t really concentrate on a book. All in all, it’s simple: I miss ou. Daydreaming a little today. You and me making out in my parent’s 5th wheel. I know, I know, cheezy. But it’s my cheese. I’ll share if you want some. This may be the second letter today, but it won’t go out until probably Wednesday. I ordered more paper, another envelope, and stamp today. Writing to you helps me feel close to you. So very close. In just 24 hours, I’ll see you again. I can’t wait!

There’s a lot of downtime in here. And routine. There’s a lot of time to think about everything. There’s always noise. The din of the crowd, so to speak. For the most part after 10pm it gets quiet. Unearthly quiet. I guess that comes with 74 people in 48 rooms. After Irish leaves I probably won’t get a roommate. From what I can see, they don’t mix races/languages in here. I don’t know what I’ll do when he leaves.

Why am I writing so much? I truly don’t have anything to say. I’m just rambling. Is it to make me feel better? Feel closer to you? Healing? I don’t know, but I’ll keep doing it. I may even send them if I can afford to. I don’t know why I write, but to be honest, it feels right. I’m trying to keep the letters light, and happy. But I know parts of them aren’t. But you gotta take the good and take the bad. Take em both, and there you have the facts of life. 🙂

It’s still Saturday, just later, I think it’s around 4:40, getting closer to dinner. Dinner tonight is a chicken patty, pasta, and the world’s smallest salad, and hot juice. Don’t ask me why it’s hot, it’s one of life’s misteries – but yeah, I kinda look forward to the meals. Wanna know something? I love you lots.

Tonight’s dinner was ghetto chicken^* parm. Without cheese, with a ghetto chicken patty, and for some reason slightly spicy tomato sauce. This hotel and restaurant is terrible, remind me to do a Yelp review at a later date. There will definitely be ramen tonight before bed. Like I’ve said before, you’re never full nor hungry here.

So this morning (Sunday 8th) I was woken up for the count at 6:20. That confused me. Our usual count is around 7/7:20. Then I remembered Daylight Savings Time. Ugh. I think the coffee or whatever they’re calling coffee is growing on me. It’s hot, or at least warm. In my heart, I know it’s decaf. It still tastes like dishwater.

So I think I have about an hour before you get here. Everyone is in the common room watching TV. I’m enjoying being alone in the room. I made a calendar today so we could figure out what day it is. I hope my time here goes quickly. I want to REDACTED so bad. So I’m sorry I had to leave so abruptly, and now I try to call, and all the phones are down. I miss you so much. I wish I could be there to help you and hold you so close. **sigh** I just keep telling myself that it’ll get better and maybe in a month or two (maybe 3) we’ll be together again. I’m scared. Really scared. Behind this gorgeous ext. I’m a blubbering mess. Although I am really excited for your journey. It’ll be scary + exhilarating for sure. I hope that I’ll be man enough for you when we’re together again. I have so much to prove to you.

Oh geez, I’m going to need more stamps. HAHA

I love you sofa king much

^* “ghetto chicken” are what we’ve always called those cheap, frozen, breaded chicken patties, I don’t even remember where it came from, or why.