Chapter 11
ELEVEN
Elle
Dear Jesse,
It’s been exactly two weeks since I’ve gotten a letter from you, and I’m trying not to freak out, but I totally am. My anxiety is through the fucking roof right now. I’m telling myself there’s a logical explanation. For future shits and giggles, here are my guesses for the delay:
A) You ran out of stamps because you’re such a great guy and you shared the ones I’d sent you with the other guys.
B) You got so hot and horny, thinking about me, that you spontaneously combusted and disappeared into thin air.
C) You’re hurt. (Trying hard not to think about this one.)
D) Your whole division got in trouble, and you’re stuck dealing with the consequences.
E) You’re extremely busy learning all the top-secret Navy things they teach you in boot camp and simply haven’t had time to write as often as you did before.
I booked my flight and our hotel room for graduation weekend last week.
I fly in on March 30 and stay until Monday, April 2.
It will be a quick trip, but I’m sure it will be worth every penny.
Have you heard where they’re sending you for A School yet?
I bet you’re as curious about where you’re headed after graduation as I am.
If, for some reason, your graduation date is delayed, please let me know so I can reschedule.
I honestly couldn’t afford trip insurance, so I’ll need to change things as soon as possible if that’s the case.
Hopefully, it isn’t though because I can’t take another second without seeing you and talking to you in person …
I’m sure there’s a very valid reason why I haven’t heard from you, but PLEASE tell me what that reason is as soon as you can. The radio silence is seriously killing me. I wish I could call the base or something, but I know I can’t.
I don’t want you to worry about me though, so when you read this, please know I’ll keep sending out letters until I hear back.
Even in the dark, I’ll be here, waiting for you. Come back to me soon …
I love you, Jesse.
Love always,
Elle