16. Letter
Letter
Jackson,
Hockey? Ok, now I’m picturing a big, muscly man… am I close? I know that I could look you up, but I like getting to know you this way for now. Is that ok?
So, it turns out closing your eyes while working wouldn’t be a great idea for you either! How do you feel when you’re out on the ice playing? It sounds like a great way to let out some anger. Is the ice really as freezing cold as everyone says it is?
I’m lying under the stars for the third night in a row tonight, thinking about hockey and the socks you sent me.
I actually have them on right now, tucked right under my standard-issued boots.
They’re keeping me warm even though you’re miles away.
Speaking of keeping me warm, I’m picturing the man who wrote me such a hot letter.
I was just wondering if I’m allowed to keep flirting.
Is there anyone back home who would be mad at me?
You mentioned a child in one of your letters, and I definitely don’t want to cause any drama.
I hope that’s not a husband or boyfriend who calls you Daddy, because if so, I’ll sadly stick to just writing about cookies.
Heavy question time: if you don’t let people see the real you, then how do you ever expect to be truly seen? I know it’s a lot, but I’ve been asking myself that a lot recently. I can’t tell you where I am or what exactly I’m doing, but I’ve been questioning a lot of things lately.
Splash
PS — Hmmm, you’re getting close with the cookies. I only had to share one packet this time, though!