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Spoken of what as been said and seen and felt and known. Some of what has been done has been done for a reason. Things of what one seeks are betrayed and destroyed upon them. Others of who help are to help and to seek one another. As for some who seek the other are taken upon a ride of what is unknown of what one feels for the other and seeks more then what is said. Till that other betrays that one. Thus the nurse has been called once more.

My dear sweet southern nurse it has been known and seen how you have care for me in the past and how we got along and trusted in one another. The times we had and the love we shared the moments of our sins of w hich we shared. Thus was love of how we felt after sharing our soul and being upon one another. We became close and were to be one with another. But things changed but yet we still talk my nurse.

I look into my dreams and see your golden eyes look upon me as I was able to talk to you and let be myself with you. Your soft waving brown hair moving in the wind as you move and see you as an angel. To hear your lovely voice of which brought joy upon me from time to time of hearing it. Thus was all how my southern nurse became the nurse of which was to bring this fallen warrrior back from the depths of destruction back to knowing he can love and care once more.

But then my nurse we separated as I was transfered to a new hospital and seek you for ever since we left one another. We kept in touch and talked still as you told of the new people you were attending to to help after me. Thus was hard to see my healing self knowing that may not see my nurse for a long time. Times have past and others have come and gone.

It was not till later that I told you my nurse that I had seeked another of which was to be close to me. Another of which was close and yet far but was to be known that I had fallen for her my nurse. My sweet southern nurse it was good to tell you even if you were not very happy of the choice of which I had made. Nothing had changed of us as we still talked and known one another for more of who we were and seeked. You knew me as me and as more then what I had told of you. Times have changed and yet we stayed the same and were able to share with each other and still do the same now.

Then my nurse it happend the time of what did not think would happen again but yet it did. My sweet southern nurse it was another stab to the wounds of which I have carried and felt before. It all was hard to know and see until had fallen upon things of which was not to and was carried upon being victum to yet again to being wounded once more.

My nurse how I remember all that we said and done and talked about. How we would have been able to spend time with one another this past time of which asked me to and thus I would not be able to for plans of which were made at that time. And thus now see that I should have gone to you my sweet southern nurse to know of what would have been yet another moment in which could have been known to be one of a chance of a life time.

Now I lay here in this hospital bed once more seeking you my nurse knowing you were the one to help me rise up before beyond odds and seek what was meant to be mine and thus had fallen yet again. My nurse what is that you seek of me to know and of you to see and know. In response to what is to be known of things and of those of yet to come. My nurse it is only time to see what is to become of us once more and know what is to be of that time to come. Thank you my sweet southern nurse.

And thus he lays back down and sends the letter off so it could be sent into the mail. He looks out the window and sees the snow upon the ground and leans his head back. He then falls asleep and everything fades.

You know me and yet you do not. I know you and yet I do not. Seeking the nurse of what is to be the right one of things to come is to seek those of which we wait and see of those who are. I would die for you for you are those of who I am for and to be here to keep me here. Thus is why it is now that we seek this moment of which we have. Let it be of truth then of false.