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misses you too, babe. Our senior year isn’t the same without your fire and sass and beautiful heart. The gang is good. The girls are up to their usual beach days while the guys are busy surfing and finding creative ways to get into trouble. Nothing new really.
    And I fucking loved the package you sent. The pastries were so good!
    I tried to talk my dad into booking me a plane ticket so that I could come visit you, but apparently, even with the benefits of being a commercial pilot, the ticket is still over four hundred dollars. I guess I’m going to need to start saving! But don’t worry. One day soon I’ll make that trip to Italy and spend time with my favorite girl.
    And this time you can show me the ropes… Wipe that cheesy smile off your face.
    Wait… No… Leave it there. Your smile is one of my favorite things in the entire world. It’s right up there with those gorgeous eyes and that little birthmark above your cute ass.
    Speaking of your cute ass and my favorite birthmark…
    I hope we’re getting close to naked picture time…
    Are you blushing? Fuck, I hope you’re blushing right now while you’re reading this.
    And how could I forget about that night we hung out with the old guy who owns the least classy strip club in Honolulu. I’m pretty sure he offered you a job (even though he knew you were underage) and you just sat there smoking cigars like a fucking mafia lord.
    God, you were so damn sexy…
    I’m not sure how I’m going to survive this next year without you, but I’ll just keep reminding myself that this time next summer we will be together again… Somehow…someway…it will happen.
    I love you, Sloan.
    Nix
    P.S. Remember when we went skinny-dipping at Lulumahu Falls? By far one of the best days of my fucking life.
    P.P.S. Enjoy the chocolate chip cookies courtesy of Mrs. West.

 
    October 31 st , 1999
    Caveman,
    I need another Momma West chocolate chip cookie fix! Please make that happen ASAP.
    And I need to hear your voice again. More than I need my next breath.
    Let’s make that happen ASAFP. Like that little F-bomb I threw in there?
    I hate that long-distance phone calls cost so much! I keep thinking that maybe we should consider starting email accounts, but then again, I don’t think I can give up seeing your ridiculous handwriting and holding your letters to my chest. It makes me feel closer to you in some weird, hopelessly-in-love sort of way.
    Does that make sense? Or am I talking crazy again?
    I keep trying to talk my parents into letting me fly out to Hawaii to see you. Initially, they were all for it. Then my dad saw the cost of a plane ticket. Needless to say, I’m not going to be making the trek to Honolulu anytime soon. (Insert my pouty face that you love so much.)
    Naked pictures? Hmmmm… You probably should remember that my dad is the one taking all of these letters to the post office on base, AND he also brings your letters/packages home to me. I really doubt John Walker would appreciate finding pics of me in my birthday suit. Eeeeeek! I’m mortified at just the thought of that!
    Anyways, I hope you like the pictures I sent you along with this impossibly sappy letter. I know they weren’t naked pictures, but at least you get to see my face.
    I just wish you were here to experience Naples with me.
    I guess pictures and letters are what we have to settle with right now, but baby, I can’t wait for the day to show you around Italy. There are so many amazing things I want you to see! Pizza and gelato I want to feed you! I have a ridiculously long list that I’m keeping track of, and one day, I’ll be able to put it to good use.
    So the homecoming dance is coming up soon at McKinley… I hope you’re going to go.
    I won’t be mad if you take a date. I just want you to have fun and not miss out on anything during senior year. Like you said so many times before, what we have is real and there is absolutely nothing that could change that ironclad fact.
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