Email to Will
To: will_porter@livejournal.com
From: 1017071@sccc.doc.wa.gov
Subject: Thank you
Will,
I'm so happy you wrote me back. Thank you so much. You have no idea what that means to me. I wish you could know just how important it is that you read my email, let alone answered it.
I don't want you to be afraid of me. I know that you have every reason to be. I need you to know that I understand the kind of damage I've done to you. I was attacked at the other place and I'll just say that I really do understand. Every day I regret what I did to you and I'd do anything to take it back. I know you'll never love me again, but maybe the day will come when you can forgive me.
I have a confession to make. I used to have a picture of you with me, but during a random inspection one of the guards destroyed some of my things, including that picture. I only had it because I wanted a piece of you with me. But, now, I would want it so I could look at your face every day and be reminded of why I'm locked up. I wouldn't be able to look at it without knowing that I deserve every single minute of my sentence.
I have to go. My computer time's almost up. I need to write my sister, too, but I do that by snail mail. The nurses send letters back to me and say that she loves hearing from me. They also said that she misses you visiting her. I haven't told her what happened because she wouldn't really understand it, but I do make sure to tell her that you had to move away and that it doesn't mean you don't care about her anymore.
Please note the new email address. I was warned that I have to use the prison's system so the content of my emails can be checked. It was a fluke that I was able to get the other message past the filters, they say. Strange.
Take care, Will. And please write back. I'll understand if you don't, though.
Kev
From: 1017071@sccc.doc.wa.gov
Subject: Thank you
Will,
I'm so happy you wrote me back. Thank you so much. You have no idea what that means to me. I wish you could know just how important it is that you read my email, let alone answered it.
I don't want you to be afraid of me. I know that you have every reason to be. I need you to know that I understand the kind of damage I've done to you. I was attacked at the other place and I'll just say that I really do understand. Every day I regret what I did to you and I'd do anything to take it back. I know you'll never love me again, but maybe the day will come when you can forgive me.
I have a confession to make. I used to have a picture of you with me, but during a random inspection one of the guards destroyed some of my things, including that picture. I only had it because I wanted a piece of you with me. But, now, I would want it so I could look at your face every day and be reminded of why I'm locked up. I wouldn't be able to look at it without knowing that I deserve every single minute of my sentence.
I have to go. My computer time's almost up. I need to write my sister, too, but I do that by snail mail. The nurses send letters back to me and say that she loves hearing from me. They also said that she misses you visiting her. I haven't told her what happened because she wouldn't really understand it, but I do make sure to tell her that you had to move away and that it doesn't mean you don't care about her anymore.
Please note the new email address. I was warned that I have to use the prison's system so the content of my emails can be checked. It was a fluke that I was able to get the other message past the filters, they say. Strange.
Take care, Will. And please write back. I'll understand if you don't, though.
Kev