Winry,
He misses you in every single way imaginable. He's always trying to maintain this image of being a hard-ass, but I can see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice; you know how he's never been good at hiding things. Since we got on the train and left Rush Valley, there has been a certain kind of sadness about him, the kind that is slowly eating away at his insides.
I know he dreams of you sometimes because I hear your name pass his lips. He is sleeping restlessly right now, as I write this. We are in a small town in what looks like the middle of nowhere, probably running in circles and bending over backwards for the Colonel yet again. I promise to try to keep him out of trouble; I know how much you worry.
You are Brother's favorite subject, and I know this from the way his face lights up and the bounce in his step when we talk about you. I honestly believe you are his motivation to keep fighting some days. I know he wishes you were here to have coffee with us in the morning. I even think he misses you screaming at him and beating him within an inch of his life for mistreating your beautiful automail. Speaking of which, I'm keeping an eye on him, just so he doesn't try to purposely break it to see you, prolonging the progress of our journey.
I know he loves you. I know with my entire being that this is true. I know at times he's thoughtless and it seems like he could really care less about you, but please don't believe that for a second. I know he keeps a picture of you in his suitcase, and he thinks I don't notice when he pulls it out to look at it.
I don't think Brother has ever loved anyone as much as he loves you, Winry. Maybe one day he'll have the courage to tell you himself so you don't have to hear it from me all the time.
I hope all is well with yourself and Granny! We should be back in Central within a week and a half if everything goes as planned. You should stop by and visit us if you're not too busy with customers!
Yours truly,
Alphonse