My Letters from Anna, I could not impress upon you the fire that burned inside me for her. She was not like most people in this world. She was life, the way life was intended to be. Light and curious, with amazement and awe for the things she never experienced. She was dark and stormy when needed, which kept my recklessness in check. She challenged me in ways that only made me a better person. As good as I could be considering the humanity that I lost during the war. 

Anna was the light that guided be through the darkness that flooded me. I am not a sentimental man however these letters are all that is left, pieces of me and her. Her death nearly killed me in rage and distain. Once again, something beautiful was taken from me. These letters are all that is left of the reminder that I was happy once. 

They adorned my classroom, as relics of the past. No one ever suspecting it was a piece of my life that they read. Praying no one found out it was my life they were reading.