My dear,

It's been such a long time since I put pen to paper with you in mind. That's not to say I don't keep you in mind. I could never keep you out of my thoughts for long. I simply avoid writing with that time of my life in mind, but I haven't forgotten. In all honesty, I'm sure that when we were closer I penned enough letters and poems and stories to last you a lifetime. To last us a lifetime. Despite my efforts, I still come across letters to you I never sent. Countless papers filed and I still find more. In those days we shared, those stagnant, festering days, I stayed bent over my notebooks building a world for myself. Out of words I built a home for myself in a strange place far from home. I met you and I built a shelter for you out of words and the old symbols that made up our coded letters. I was a master architect. When we came under scrutiny for being so close I made words my weapons of defense. I became a diversionist and a warrior. I suppose I still am a warrior. I'll always be your architect though.