Dear Ashley,

I don’t know if you’ll ever open this or read the words written on this small piece of paper but I have to try. I hate how we left things although I know it’s my fault…but you have to see this from my point of view, here you are the most precious beautiful creature in the world, who I just want to hold and talk to for hours. To tell you how addicting your kisses are like a nice cool drink on a summer day, quenching those butterflies dancing in my stomach.

But the worse thing is, you’re the General’s daughter and even though he punished me for just being with you when we weren’t actually together at the time I’d do it over again, you are all I thought about and even to this day, two weeks from when I saw the pain in your eyes at finding out my secret, I think about you constantly. You are what I’m fighting for, I could careless about this stupid war and country, you….are what I care about and what I struggle for survival for, you, so I can maybe one day see you again and apologize in person.

Please forgive me my love.

Love you for eternity,

Spencer Carlin

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Dear Ashley,

It’s been awhile hasn’t it since my last letter and since you didn’t reply I’m going to assume the rider was shot down dead or that the letter flew from his pouch because the thought of you still being mad at me to possibly throw my letter away or not read it all pains me deep. This past month has been so hard, we barely have enough to eat and have to sleep with one eye open. Men from the other side sneak in all the time, I was in a tent with two other guys and some private got in and slit there throats, I woke up to hear them gasping, the private was standing above me with a gleaming bloody knife ready to slice me open as well. If it wasn’t for those men’s dying breath I would have never woken up to save myself but in those moments that I fought him off my only thought was of you and those nights we spent in the forest.