Newt,
Sometimes, I question why I'm writing these shuck letters. I know you're never going to read them. But, maybe...
I also question why I still half expect a portal to reappear and you to jump through it. I wonder why I still believe that everything can eventually be buggin' fine and dandy again. I wonder why I'm still here and still hanging on when everything seems so much worse than living in a pile of klunk.
But I know the answer to that last one. You sacrificed your safety to keep Thomas and I safer. I didn't help save those immunes just to let them screw up and die off. I didn't go through all the shuck trouble of getting here just to die.
I've got to stay alive, whether I want to or not. If I'm going to be alive, I might as well be happy, too, right? I'm going to try. I'm going to try for you and for Beth and for Thomas.
Just since yesterday, I've been getting happier. It'll get better. I know it will.
It will always hurt. It will always hurt and I know it will never buggin' feel better. But I'll be happier.
That happiness is all I ask for.
I hope you can be happy, too. Wherever you are.
-Minho