My dear Billie-Jo...
hope you're doing okay...
hope your leg is much better...
what did the Doc. say? ...
No hon... no one's forgot you...
don't know why.. they don't write...
I know it must be hard for you...
at mail call every night...
Keep your eyes on that goal ahead...
don't let sad times distract...
everyday brings you that much closer...
to where graduation's at...
I know your counting all the days...
I'm counting them all too...
and each day brings me closer...
to my Angel in Navy Blues.
I love and miss you Beege.
August 5th, 1998
Birth sign: Pisces
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