Dear Darla,

Sometimes I feel like there should be another word for Love. The simplicity of the word causes confusion. There are many different types of love. It is too broad of a term to describe the deep feeling of peace–and well– love. Maybe I should just capitalize it what I am talking about that.

I have come to the conclusion that there are two major types of love: fondness and romantic. I still feel like we should invent a new word with a more poignant meaning. 

It amazes me often hoe Ada works. Small items of change and more getting out of one's usual comfort zone has changed my life.  What marvelous tools he has. That is Love.

I think that the War is turning more in my fellow soldiers and myself's favor. I am gaining support and unity amongst the lost ones. I admitted that I needed help, and they were there for me. For once I wasn't alone on the battlefield. For once my fellow soldiers were standing beside me with our arms linked, ready to receive hell-fire as One. That is Love.

What great joy I am feeling right now! Together. Yes, together at last. Now I have to fight the instinct to let go of my happiness and invite misery. I decided that today I will not let that happen. It cannot have me today. I will not give in. I will not give up. It is time for me to celebrate in victory. I will not allow the Enemy to crash that party. No sir. Not Today. It can kiss my butt. I WILL HAVE A GOOD DAY.

Sorry about that little rant at the end. I am just so tired of letting him have power over me. Thank you again for listening! 

-Kadoc