Letter one.
It had been 3 days.
Dear Lucas,
I miss you dearly. God knows how much trouble I will get in if I get caught writing this.
I hope you are well. I wish I could see how amazing you are at your swimming matches now my dear. I do hope you are still swimming. I hope your mother isn't too mad over us. Although, my love, I truly doubt she is. She is such a kind woman.
I don't like it here. All of them keep talking about how they please their women. Then they ask me about 'my' woman. And then I think of you. Pleasing you. Seems weird to say, no?
I miss you. I know I've written that already, but it's true. I miss your warmth so much. Your kind eyes and soft lips plague my mind.
I'm sorry we got caught. Especially in the middle of what we were doing? I'm very sorry we didn't get to finish.
I hope you'll write me back?
I understand if not. I understand if you are mad.
I Love you Lucas.
Love, Ian
