Dear Roy,
Turns out, me and Al aren't really suited for a simple life. I guess having had a taste of adventure has ruined us; we can't just sit still all day. Alphonse has been developing some really interesting alchemical theories. He thinks there may be a way for me to get my alchemy back, if he can prove and implement some of those ideas. As for me, well, I support him. But I don't believe it's possible. Even if it is, I refuse to keep the cycle of my life going.
I've reached a resting point. I'm, for the most part, content. I won't go looking for a solution when I don't need one.
That being said, I have found acquiring knowledge of other sorts to be an incredibly pleasant pastime. Guess I was just born more of a scholar than anything else. Recently, I've been reading a lot about societal psychology. Makes me sound like a nerd, but it's fascinating.
Honestly, I think some of the books would be helpful for you in your Ishvalan endeavors. Or maybe I'm just desperate for a reason to contact you.
I thought I'd get over you, but my head and my heart refuse to move on. What am I supposed to do, though, walk into your office and tell you I've been dying to kiss you? Not that I'm a stranger to making a fool of myself, but even I'm not that wild.
Al's all in support of the idea, but he's a little more idealistic than I am. He thinks it would go fine, but…I'm just not willing to risk it. Because either Al is right, or he's wrong. And if he's wrong…I can't stand the idea of seeing your face all grossed out by my advances.
So. Nothing but the books for me, then. I'll force myself to be satisfied with that.
-Ed