Miriam McGruder
45 Long Farm Lane
Smalltown
East West Countryshire
East West Countryshire
My dear Miriam,
In
my last letter I was a confused fool. I may still be a fool but I like to think
that I am no longer confused. My feelings for you, while they are as strong as
reinforced steel, have changed. I miss you, but as one might miss the sun after
a month of night. You represent home to me. You are comfort and you are
complacency. I know now that I must run out into the world if I am to find my
destiny. I know I must not be afraid to abandon comfort in order to know my
true self.
I have discovered something about
myself that is considered a scandal in polite society. So I have decided to follow
the sun and take myself off someplace that I will not bring shame upon you and
our families.
I want to thank you for your
unwavering loyalty. I think you already knew in your heart that I was not as
committed as you. I hope you can find it within yourself to forgive me and my
fickle ways.
I found in myself a strength I did not
know I had the day that I decided to follow my heart. Captain Richmond caught
me in a lie when I told him that I was not staring. He seemed disgusted by my
attention. My dear Miriam, the stars fell from my eyes and I could finally see
him for the man he was. A big, vulgar
brute of a man. A very beautiful brute, but a brute nonetheless.
I made up my mind in that instant. I
was not cut out for life in the army. I snuck out under the cover of night. I
crept past the sentries; I dared not breathe until I had made it to the road to
Margumtown.
It was not until I had been walking
for two straight days that I stopped hiding from every person that passed by. I
am ashamed to say that I stole clothes, drying in the sun, from the yard of a
quaint little farmstead. I did not look like a soldier. I looked like a scruffy
man in need of a good meal. I foraged in the woods for berries, Miriam, I have
never done that. I have never looked at the world as I have these last few
days. It is like I have been born anew and the last vestiges of my old life are
falling away and I have gained a greater appreciation for the land around me.
Oh Miriam, if you could only see through my eyes, the wonders. I watched a
kingfisher hunt for its lunch. I saw the sun rise above the horizon like it was
the first time.
As I wander across this new landscape
I am struck anew by its beauty. The people are friendly to an unkempt young man
wandering on to their lands, asking for work.
Maybe, one day, I will be at peace
enough to settle down and become one of those helpful farmers.
My dear, I know that I must seem a
right bedlamite, extolling the virtues of a place that you have never seen and
will most likely never visit. I just hope you not bear me any ill will if I
write to you again.
Forever yours in friendship,
Teddy