I'm going to keep the letters up for maybe another 2 chapters or so. I want there to be lots of letters, but I don't want to write all the letters so I will have full chapters with little extracts from letters in. I want to move the story along a little also.

Here's letter number 3. Enjoy!

To whom it may concern,

I don't know how to reply to the letter that you wrote. I wish I was like that, I will myself to be like that. I have dreams, that I tell my family where to go, and run away. It sounds silly, but I long for a life on the road. Most people crave being safe but I want the opposite. I want danger in my life, at the moment it's far to safe to do anything. I have no freedom and the excuse I get is because they are trying to keep me safe.

My head screams at me to scream at them. It tells me to tell them that I hate this life, and it screams at me to tell them of my ambition to be a musician. I can never bring myself to say it, it gets right to the tip of my tongue and then the words just jump right back down my throat.

I'm incredibly intrigued by you, who ever you may be. You have the attitude that I wish I could have, and do, somewhat, deep down inside. You're honest and you're not afraid to be. I love that. I want that.

I suppose I sound like a right pansy in these letters but seeing as I don't know you, and probably never will, I think it's okay for me to reveal my own feelings.

The letter you wrote actually inspired one of my songs. I compose my own stuff every now and then, when my moms not around when I practice. I'm pretty good, I think. I've never played anything I've written before. I play the classics etc for my parents and they clap accordingly but that may just be because I'm their son and they have to be nice to me – well nice in there book.

I picked up a guitar and just began to play. Everything just sort of came together. It's like everything just fell into place. I want to thank you for that. I haven't been able to compose a full song for about a year. It's like writers block or something. I start off but it never seems to finish. I want to thank you for that, it brought some enjoyment to my life even if nobody gets to hear it.

Thanks you for the inspiration, and I hope that maybe you would consider another letter. Its for completely selfish reasons, I enjoyed the letter and I want to be able to continue to compose. It brings me a little happiness in a world full of sadness. Maybe that's too over the top, I don't know. But it feels like that, sometimes. I feel like I meant to be sad. I think my problems are quite minor in comparison to world poverty and hunger, but they feel major to me and I just want someone to help me fix them.

Please consider composing a reply because I really want to hear from you, mystery girl. You have captured a little piece of me in roughly 300 words so imagine what you could do in another 300 words. Soon, I'll be all yours. Thank you for replying and I hope to hear from you again. Perhaps, one day, if we ever meet, I can play for you. I would like that, and I hope I wouldn't burst your ear drums with my awful singing skills.

Goodbye

So, what do you think of this letter?

They are going to get longer. They are just getting to know one another so they won't be to long right now because they have nothing to talk about yet. They will, worry not.

So, can I get a review. I'll ask for five, but I know it probably won't happen but hey, I can ask right?

So can I get 5 reviews? If I do, I'll update super fast.

Thanks

Sarah. l