Her Letter.

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Dear Babe,

How are you? Its almost midnight here in America, so that means it'd be just after sunrise for you. What does the sun look like from where you are?

The sun doesn't shine as bright as it did when we were in the fields. I haven't felt as happy as I did when we were in the fields. And if I'm being completely honest with you, I don't think I'll ever be as happy again.

Why didn't you write back? I waited everyday to hear from you again, but I never did. Your mother told mine you were doing good, who then in turn told me. I wish I read that from you myself. So why didn't you?

This is the last letter I am ever writing you, because waiting for something that might never come isn't right. I wish you would have just told me why, instead of making me wonder if you still loved me.

I know for a fact I still love you.

My heart will forever be yours,

Eleanor Robinson

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