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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Thursday, June 26
  5. Friday, June 27
  6. Saturday, June 28
  7. Sunday, June 29
  8. Monday, June 30
  9. Tuesday, July 1
  10. Tuesday, July 8
  11. Wednesday, July 9
  12. Saturday, July 12
  13. Sunday, July 13
  14. Monday, July 14
  15. Sunday, July 20
  16. Monday, July 21
  17. Friday, July 25
  18. Saturday, July 26
  19. Monday, July 28
  20. Tuesday, July 29
  21. Friday, August 1
  22. Saturday, August 2
  23. Sunday, August 3
  24. Monday, August 4
  25. Tuesday, August 5
  26. Wednesday, August 6
  27. Thursday, August 7
  28. Friday, August 8
  29. Saturday, August 9
  30. Sunday, August 10
  31. Wednesday, August 13
  32. Thursday, August 14
  33. Saturday, August 16
  34. Sunday, August 17
  35. Monday, August 18
  36. Thursday, August 21
  37. Saturday, August 23
  38. March 1970
  39. May 1970
  40. Author’s Note
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. Copyright

Okay, enough of that. But I really have tried a bunch of times to write to you. Yeah, as you expected, I was totally blown away by your letter about Samuel. But you may be surprised to learn that I’m not angry. Not at you, at least. If there’s anyone I’m angry at, it’s me. I see now that I put you in some really uncomfortable situations. It wasn’t my intention. But like you’ve always said, I’ve got those blind spots. I could have, should have, been a lot more sensitive to your needs. I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am about that.

By the way, was Samuel ever in one of those blind spots? Did you drop hints about him that I didn’t pick up on? I can’t remember any, but if I could, I guess they wouldn’t be blind spots, right?

Here’s the thing. I really, really, really love you. More than I thought I could love anyone. I love you so much that I can’t give up and walk away from what we have together. I’m still hoping that somewhere deep down you feel the same.

I know I’ve made mistakes. And I know you dropped hints that I didn’t take seriously. I guess I didn’t realize how serious you were. Now I’m hoping that your letter about Samuel was actually your way of letting me know how serious you are about what has to change for us to continue together. If that’s what it was, let me tell you, it worked. I’m ready to change. I’m ready to do whatever I have to do to keep your love. Some of my options are kind of limited at the moment (it’s not like I’m going to find a college close to Middlebury that will accept me), but I do have some promising alternatives. Hopefully I’ll be able to take the army induction physical in San Francisco and get a 1-Y deferment. (I know you’re in Canada, so it’s not like anyone up there would care, but please don’t tell anyone about that, okay?)

Once I’ve gotten my 1-Y, I still plan to move to Vermont. Maybe after a year working up there, I’ll have a better idea of what I might want to study in college, or maybe I’ll go into the Peace Corps. By the way, I’ve cut way down on the grass and cigarettes.