My dearest Alexander,

I was going to start this letter with something cheesy like " I love you to the moon and beyond" or " My love for you is so great that it is like a parallel line, it never stops and it never intersects with anything else." Actually, that isn't that bad ( still cheesy though.) Anyway, there is no true way for me to start this letter without sounding like a dork, so I'll just say it. Even though it is forbidden because of law, I have fallen for you. Now I know you may not return these feelings because I am a man and that is not how it is meant to be, but I love you more than anything. You are my parallel line, but when I try to intersect it doesn't work. Heck, the only reason I am writing this is because I have 3 pints of Sam Adams right next to me. I never will My dearest Alexander, send this letter to you because of this forbidden love, but I feel like if I confess myself to you on paper until there is nothing left then my feelings for you will go away ( or at least subside.) To be honest, though I will never be able to get over you. With the war and us being closer than ever it is even harder to see you every single freakin day and know you can't be mine because we are both male and you are married. To separate us and separate my love for you from you I will be going to South Carolina and fighting against slavery there. It is a cause that is important enough for General Washington to send me on my way and not ask questions, but it is something I will also enjoy. My hope is to create a regiment of three thousand plus black men. This is with the hope that civilians will realize that if these men who have been mistreated are willing to fight for our country, then maybe they deserve to be treated as free men. I am sorry, but I will not be able to tell you this for fear that you should try and stop me. By the time you realize I am gone, I shall be a days travel to South Carolina and out of anyone's reach. Not that you would be able to stop me though, the General would never allow it with you being his right-hand man and all. So farewell my love, until we meet again.

Your's truly,

John Laurens