Dear Margaret,
I don't really know how to say this, so I decided to write it instead.
Thank you for helping me last night. It meant more to me than you'll ever know. Every year when that day rolls along, I don't have anyone to talk to about it. It hurts my dad too much, and I don't want to talk about it to anyone else. So, I kept it bottled up inside. I do that a lot with my feeling, I guess.
To tell you the truth, I was a little surprised when you came out. I was expecting to be by myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm very glad you did come, I was just surprised.
Margaret, this is the part of the letter that I'm finding very hard to write, much less tell you face to face. I know we've gotten along much better than we used to. We've even become friends. You've become my best female friend in the camp, and you and BJ are my closest friends. You're also my favorite officer in the whole army.
I have no idea how to put what I want to say into words, so I'll just say it however I know how. I know we used to hate each other. I also know that we've become good friends, and I'm glad for that. It's much more fun liking you than hating you!
Somewhere along the line, though, I think I passed another line, Margaret. I think it was that night at the abandoned hut. Oh geez, I don't know how to put this. Somewhere along the time we've been in this hellhole, I think I... I think I fell in love with you. I don't really know how, and I don't exactly know when, but I'm in love with you.
I know the last person you probably want to be with is me. I also know you probably don't want to be with anyone, after what happened with Donald. And I don't expect anything to happen between us. I felt like I had to get this off my chest. After last night, I realized how special you are, especially to me.
You can choose what you do now. You can come yell at me for ruining your life, you can ignore me, or you can do nothing. All I wanted to really do was say what I felt. I usually don't do that. I'm glad I did it now. Thank you, Margaret,
Love, Benjamin Franklin Pierce "Hawkeye"
Thank you for helping me last night. It meant more to me than you'll ever know. Every year when that day rolls along, I don't have anyone to talk to about it. It hurts my dad too much, and I don't want to talk about it to anyone else. So, I kept it bottled up inside. I do that a lot with my feeling, I guess.
To tell you the truth, I was a little surprised when you came out. I was expecting to be by myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm very glad you did come, I was just surprised.
Margaret, this is the part of the letter that I'm finding very hard to write, much less tell you face to face. I know we've gotten along much better than we used to. We've even become friends. You've become my best female friend in the camp, and you and BJ are my closest friends. You're also my favorite officer in the whole army.
I have no idea how to put what I want to say into words, so I'll just say it however I know how. I know we used to hate each other. I also know that we've become good friends, and I'm glad for that. It's much more fun liking you than hating you!
Somewhere along the line, though, I think I passed another line, Margaret. I think it was that night at the abandoned hut. Oh geez, I don't know how to put this. Somewhere along the time we've been in this hellhole, I think I... I think I fell in love with you. I don't really know how, and I don't exactly know when, but I'm in love with you.
I know the last person you probably want to be with is me. I also know you probably don't want to be with anyone, after what happened with Donald. And I don't expect anything to happen between us. I felt like I had to get this off my chest. After last night, I realized how special you are, especially to me.
You can choose what you do now. You can come yell at me for ruining your life, you can ignore me, or you can do nothing. All I wanted to really do was say what I felt. I usually don't do that. I'm glad I did it now. Thank you, Margaret,
Love, Benjamin Franklin Pierce "Hawkeye"
