I'm so, so sorry it's been almost a year since your last letter. I know you probably took my silence as an answer to your unasked question, but that wasn't the case at all. Some shit went down with my unit and... It was bad. I've been off the grid for so long I legitimately thought I'd never be on it ever again.
Your letter was kind of a surprise, to be honest. A good one, but still a surprise. I'm not used to people wanting me. I didn't know how to respond, so I decided to wait a few days to get my thoughts in order so that I wouldn't fuck it up by vomiting words all over the paper like I normally do. I told myself I'd write you back after the mission we'd just been assigned, and then... Yeah.
In this packet is a notebook (obviously). You don't have to read it if you don't want to, but all the letters are for you. Writing to you had become one of the best ways for me to work out the ridiculously jumbled mess of my thoughts, and having that outlet helped keep me sane while we were lying low.
It would be ridiculous to hope that you waited for me after I hurt you as badly as I know I must have, but I want you to know that I like you too, that my silence was in NO WAY meant to be a brush-off or anything like that.
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