Dear Sean.

It has been about two years since my escape and three years since your last letter. Even though I always know you'll never respond again. I still write these letters. It helps me deal with depression. It makes me feel as though your still with me. I love you and I always will. Even though I'm married to this wonderful woman. She still doesn't have all my heart. Maybe that's why our marriage has gone to shit. Maybe it's because I just can't ever love another. My heart belongs to you. No matter what happens I will always be yours. I also have two daughters. Katy and Lisa. Katy just turned 13 and Lisa is 5. Funny thing, lisa looks just like you. But it hurts when I tell them I can't go to the park with them. Katy seems to understand but Lisa. She just doesn't get the fact that I can't walk, I have no legs. War injury. That I can't play hide and seek. And neither girl knows about my cancer. Doctors say I have about 1 year left. Wait for me love. I'm coming home.