Hello Dear,

                          Are you still shackled down to the floor? In a midnight dark room? Do you still love me?

                         They may not let you write letters back to me, I don't even know if you are even reading this poor letter.

                        It's so sad here, everyone is dying of illness, and your trapped in a long, dark room, shackled to the floor. I am very lonley and have no one to speak to.

                         My heart is breaking, and my eyes are bloodshot from crying out to the Lord, but you are in a room, full of darkness, and it is very quiet, you most likely feel the same as me, but you may feel worse.

                         No company, and I do have company, but they are all dying. I want to hold you close, and cry with you. I want to feel your warmth.

                       I wish I could be shackled next to you; we could talk and cry together, just the two of us. No one else to bother with. I miss you

                                                                         I guess this is the first letter I write to you,

                                                                                        Alexandria