A soldier's letter (Part 6 of 6) by DarlaSansby, literature
Literature
A soldier's letter (Part 6 of 6)
Page 6 🌟 So there you go. My soul laid bare, with nothing left to hide. I do not dare to hope, that you still want to be my friend after this. And maybe it's too late for that anyways. But I beg you, please, please, please don't hate me for this, Stevie! I already hate myself so much, there really is no need for you to join in. And I swear I never did anything indescreet to you! I always turned away, when you wanted to change, I never took off more than your shoes, when I put you to sleep, and the one time we shared a bed for the cold, I kept my back to you the whole night, and my hands on the pillow! I have nothing but love and respect for you and would never abuse your trust, please know that! I'm not a monster. I guess I was just born this way. That's all I can say in my defense. I hope you can forgive me. That would mean the world to me. And if we never see each other again, I hope I at least get to wave goodbye to you, when you walk through that pearly gate. Because I
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