Dear Oliver,

How are you?

I miss you.

Since I was drafted, I couldn't stop thinking about you. There's so much chaos around me, I often get lost in my own head. The only clear image is you. You happen to be my happy place.

I can't wait to see you again, but alas, until the year ends, I won't be able to actually visit my happy place. Instead, I'll dream of your arms.

With Love,
Elio~