Ever, These Letters Are Often All That Get Me Through Week To Week. Even If It's Just Random Stuff, Nothing Important, They're Important To Me. Gramps Is Great, And I Love Working On The Ranch. But... I'm Lonely. I Feel Disconnected, Like I'm No One, Like I Don't Belong Anywhere. Like I'm Just Here Until Something Else Happens. I Don't Even Know What I Want With My Future. But Your Letters, They Make Me Feel Connected To Something, To Someone. I Had A Crush On You, When We First Met. I Thought You Were Beautiful. So Beautiful. It Was Hard To Think Of Anything Else. Then Camp Ended And We Never Got Together, And Now All I Have Of You Is These Letters. S**t. I Just Told You I Have A Crush On You. Had. Had A Crush. Not Sure What Is Anymore. A Letter-crush? A Literary Love? That's Stupid. Sorry. I Just Have This Rule With Myself That I Never Throw Away What I Write And I Always Send It, So Hopefully This Doesn't Weird You Out Too Much. I Had A Dream About You Too. Same Kind Of Thing. Us, In The Darkness, Together. Just Us. And It Was Like You Said, A Memory Turned Into A Dream, But A Memory Of Something That's Never Happened, But In The Dream It Felt So Real, And It Was More, I Don't Even Know, More Right Than Anything I've Ever Felt, In Life Or In Dreams. I Wonder What It Means That We Both Had The Same Dream About Each Other. Maybe Nothing, Maybe Everything. You Tell Me. Cade ~ ~ ~ ~ Cade, We're Pen Pals. Maybe That's All We'll Ever Be. I Don't Know. If We Met Irl (in Real Life, In Case You're Not Familiar With The Term) What Would Happen? And Just Fyi, The Term You Used, A Literary Love? It Was Beautiful. So Beautiful. That Term Means Something, Between Us Now. We Are Literary Loves. Lovers? I Do Love You, In Some Strange Way. Knowing About You, In These Letters, Knowing Your Hurt And Your Joys, It Means Something So Important To Me, That I Just Can't Describe. I Need Your Art, And Your Letters, And Your Literary Love. If We Never Have Anything Else Between Us, I Need This. I Do. Maybe This Letter Will Only Complicate Things, But Like You I Have A Rule That I Never Erase Or Throw Away What I've Written And I Always Send It, No Matter What I Write In The Letter. Your Literary Love, Ever