so i found some letters. in 2007: March 1: transferred fom FOD

actually. it was a composition book of a few letters i’d written evan back in spring of 2017. the last one i wrote was in may. may 7th actually. it was his suggestion to do so. he’s never read them. and then. i stopped.
that was 4 yrs. ago.
i wrote about lindsey. and him and us and what i liked about him...........my uncle’s girlfriend-now wife his second wife. apparently back in april, may 2017 i had a big relapse. i wrote about the holocaust..........emily dickenson well a poem of hers rather.......i quoted suzi q.
and then. i just stopped. i mean it’s just. idinno. he told me so many stories.........about his first kiss.......the persian new yr. tradition......his hobbit hole. um.............god. about his time in georgia........the time he was in the mtns and drove drunk...........about his mom’s bowl and the microwave. oh the story about the scar he has. on his forehead............apparently. according t o what i put in a letter. i. saved his life. not sure if i’ve ever asked him about that......and ya know for a long time i felt i owed him. oh i remember one time. when he was over at my place. well he was going out to smoke and. it was cold out and not like i was going out so. i lent him my coat. it’s a woman’s coat but he was welcome to borrow it. like it was fine. the story about his time in the boarding school place. yeah right when we met. he was doing fairly ok. you know he was in school. i mean he had goals. at one point............then it felt maybe he was going to do something w/ his life. he evidently was going to school to become a paralegal. but now..........and for quite some time. it feels like he isn’t. he’s in and out of jail he’s crazy he has. mental disorders...........bad track record w/ phones. ya know and like most of that isn’t his fault. [and what are you doing?] well i do stuff. just not in the. traditional school/work sense. like i take photos a lot. i travel. i didn’t finish college but i wasn’t going there for that purpose. one of these days i’ma get a guitar..........my own place. those are goals. and then. in march Pat died and for him. evan it all went pear shaped i suppose for me too. and since then. the times when it hasn’t, for evan have been few and far between. that’s just life i suppose.
he’s missed out on so much. the big things, in my life. in the last almost 2.5 yrs. not. like. it’s not good or bad it just is. just a fact.
he was sweet w/ me. and i miss that. not like i get together w/ people so. i was actually going to get together w/ Mark but then. the whole virus thingy happened so. that’s out for now.