I got your letter in the mail yesterday & loved it! It truly made my day shine. You sir, I have not been able to stop thinking about. Not in a creepy way of course, but more like: Why am I compelled to get to know you? How is it that we have so much in common? What does your laugh sound like? Is he thinking of me right now too? Can I trust him w/my address – what if he sends thugs to my home?
As for your talk about money: Dream big! Who doesn’t have a desire to be filthy rich? Money only changes you if you let it. Just don’t forget who you are.
You asked me, “What do you want?” Simple: I want love and all that comes with that. I wanna make love, give love, receive love, laugh in love, cry in love, breed in love, fall in love, stay in love, be crazy in love. I am a total romantic, can you tell? I’m a one-man type of gal. Always have been, always will be. I am a faithful woman. I responded to your ad, but sex was not the only factor for me.
Dang, a whole lot of sirens and fire trucks just filled the air. Most people get scared when they hear sirens, but not me. They fascinate me and my mind wonders where their going and why. I know that help is on the way, and that feeling puts me at ease.
I’m old-fashioned in a way because I like to send hand-written letters. They’re more personal, & you can tell things about a person by their handwriting, silly I know.
No, I’m not on facebook. Why don’t I have one, you asked? No particular reason. I guess I just never got into it. And I was bored of “fb this” and “fb that” and “check us out on fb.” I did take a peak at your myspace page. I read what your sister, Alana, wrote about you. Her words were sweet, honest, and sincere. I got the impression that you were not a stereotype prisoner. Her words showed me that you are a man who loves his family, and who’s family loves him. I like that in a man.
Everyone’s got a history. Strangely, I’ve never really stopped to think of your crime or the circumstances that got you locked up. Goodprisoner.com said that it was 1st degree assault, and that’s all I know. I won’t ask, and you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I just care about who you are now.
You asked, “Could you really love me despite the fact that I’m in prison?” Yes. Absolutely. I can see who you really are. I feel you in your letters.
I’ve got lots of questions about you being in prison. Mind if I ask you some? I’m very curious.
I feel that we have a friendship forming & I don’t know about you, but I could sure use a friend…no pressure, but maybe more? Geez, its kinda hard flirting on paper w/you because I don’t want you to mis-interpret…but now I know that you have a wacky sense of humor too.
Here is another piece of my picture for you.
Thinking of Ya,