There’s something raw about letters—it’s got the spontaneity that other written pieces don’t have. I think letters are comprised of words that flow from the heart, not filtered by anything, simply a soul unleashed on the pages. His letters leave me speechless, in awe. I learn so much about him from each letter, I feel like I’m so much closer to him from every detail he told me. And I’m thirsty for more of him, he always leaves me wanting more; I could never get bored or get tired of him. I’m falling more and more in love with him. I’m starting to realize love has no limits. Love doesn’t end.