Dearest Marteze Harris, I find myself, once again, typing this reply to an old friend. After many, MANY, letters, notes, whatever, were typed, and sent to you, behind bars, in prison, no less, with no way to ho!d you, and love you the way I want to, the way you deserve. With the old, familiar, empty feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. I don't know if I'll EVER be able to write a letter the "old way", I have tried, oh, God, how I have tried, SOO MANY times already, to no avail. I'm sorry, my love , but I may have written, and sent, my last letter to you by mail. I don't know yet. I WILL, at least try, this week.
From, a Random old girl you used to "love". XOXOXO....... etc..........
I am so sorry and want you to know you are loved. We give illegals and terrorists better treatment then you it seems, yet all the outside hears is how great the Department is doing. Bull as I have had friends and relatives who worked in San Quentin and Folsom.They would speak of the mistreatment of prisoners by guards who just wanted some excitement.I may not write as often as I should as life seems to be going by at a faster rate each year but that isn't an excuse. hoping you aren't badly affected by the rain and flooding as there is nothing on the internet. And as there being anything on the other side there are only 2 things living with god by giving your life to Him or total destruction because the Bible doesn't describe Hell the way it has been taught in the churches.just remember as I have told you for years and I know (Paul?) has Jesus is always there to listen and give you the peace of mind to endure.
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From, a Random old girl you used to "love". XOXOXO....... etc..........