Sinful Confessions: Pigerton Event

My Lovely Max

Do I even have the right to call you so formally? How long has it been since I have seen you? The mere thought makes me realize how dreadfully old I am. So let's say it's been a lifetime ago since I've seen that dark brooding face of yours. I wonder how much has changed about you, is it wrong of me to say I’ve dreamed of such things? Do you have new scars, do you still have the dark look in your eyes? I can’t help but find my mind wondering about such thoughts.

Still did you know I've waited patiently for you so far? I'm still on the hunt looking for you even now. I write a few letters and throw them out to sea, maybe one day you’ll find one, wouldn’t that be something? I do hope you find one of them perhaps then you could understand all these feelings I try to write down on paper.

Maybe then you;d realize the childhood friendship I held so dear with you, was really something more. It took me a while to discover it myself, but since the moment you vanished from my life, I realized how empty and lonely it was to not have you there. It was this defying moment that made me do the things I do now. How I hunt down Navy ships and sink them down, How my soul purpose is getting you back, letting you free once more with me. Or at least I hope you would stay with me at least for old times sake.

I don't even fathom the idea of you being dead, I know many others have wondered such thoughts. That this is all some wild goose hunt, that there is nothing left of you but memories and bones. But I cant accept that. The Max I know wouldn’t go out like that. So wherever you may be, keep holding on. Stay strong for just a moment more for me. I will find you Max, I will get you back, you will feel the breeze and sun on your skin again. You will have everything you will be denied and I will gladly give it all to you. Just hold on Max.

Sincerely

Your Faithful Sin

P.s. I don't know if you will find this, but if you find other ones confessing my ever growing love for you and you find yourself not feeling the same, just pretend i never wrote such things. Dreaming of being tangled with your locks, feeling your breath on my skin.. Oh I'm getting carried away again. Maybe some things are better off as dreams.