My Lady,
Augustus came back once again without a letter, but that also means you keep taking the ones from me, and somehow, that allows me a little hope that we might one day repair that fragile bond we'd begun to build. As annoyed as the brave bird might get with me, I have faith in holding my own in terms of stubbornness.
Again, I sincerely hope you know all these letters are one long, lengthy apology to you for losing the letters you sent me and for my selfishness in maintaining that charade over my identity. Recently, I have come to let my thoughts wander, only for them to drift back to the fond memory of our pre-dawn exchanges. While they remain the most precious memories to me, I know if I were granted the opportunity to do things over, I would gratefully retrace my steps and brav
