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So I don't have rabies! What now, rats? But I still have those stitches in my leg. The doctors want me to use crutches until Thursday so I don't pop them.
I came home to something I'd like to share:
Hey, Winry,
I know I'm not exactly the best about -much of anything, really. And writing something like this is probably the lowest thing on that list. But anyway, there are some things that I've wanted to say to you that I just don't know how to say in person. And I still don't know if I'm doing it right, but this is my sixth attempt at this letter and I'm running low on parchment as it is, so. Here goes nothing.
I love you, you already know that. I say it often enough, sometimes I wonder if I say it too much. If not for you, I wouldn't be whole. That can pretty much be taken figuratively and literally. You've given me an arm, and a leg to stand on, and you've also given me the strength to face each day with my head held high. Even when I'm at my worst, you're always there to help me get back on my feet, and I'm truly thankful for you. Even before we got together, you were my best friend, and you still are. I'm glad that even though our relation shit has changed drastically, we can still be best friends as well.
I know we're still too young to be thinking about something so long term, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You mentioned moving in together a while ago, and I really would love to. I only ask that you be patient with me. There are still things that I have left to do, and your support and patience so far has been great. I do apologize for making you wait so long, I really do feel horrible about it. It isn't fair to you at all, and I'm sorry.
I don't know how long I'll be in Drachma. And I can't give you any major details, but I'll be home as soon as I'm able.
Anyway, I hope you like the ear rings. Admittedly, I'm not the best when it comes to picking out things like jewelry. I don't know, I thought they'd look good on you. Whatever shut up.
I'll keep in touch. I love you, Winry Rockbell.
LOVE,
ED
PS: I'm sorry that the dog peed in your shoes. I didn't have time to clean it up before my train. Usually he just pees in Hohenheim's shoes, so I thought you'd be safe.
LOVE,
ED
Isn't it hilarious? Such a softie, he is! Not all jerk after all.
Because of this I'm getting my ears pierced again as soon I get back into Rush Valley.
I came home to something I'd like to share:
Hey, Winry,
I know I'm not exactly the best about -much of anything, really. And writing something like this is probably the lowest thing on that list. But anyway, there are some things that I've wanted to say to you that I just don't know how to say in person. And I still don't know if I'm doing it right, but this is my sixth attempt at this letter and I'm running low on parchment as it is, so. Here goes nothing.
I love you, you already know that. I say it often enough, sometimes I wonder if I say it too much. If not for you, I wouldn't be whole. That can pretty much be taken figuratively and literally. You've given me an arm, and a leg to stand on, and you've also given me the strength to face each day with my head held high. Even when I'm at my worst, you're always there to help me get back on my feet, and I'm truly thankful for you. Even before we got together, you were my best friend, and you still are. I'm glad that even though our relation shit has changed drastically, we can still be best friends as well.
I know we're still too young to be thinking about something so long term, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You mentioned moving in together a while ago, and I really would love to. I only ask that you be patient with me. There are still things that I have left to do, and your support and patience so far has been great. I do apologize for making you wait so long, I really do feel horrible about it. It isn't fair to you at all, and I'm sorry.
I don't know how long I'll be in Drachma. And I can't give you any major details, but I'll be home as soon as I'm able.
Anyway, I hope you like the ear rings. Admittedly, I'm not the best when it comes to picking out things like jewelry. I don't know, I thought they'd look good on you. Whatever shut up.
I'll keep in touch. I love you, Winry Rockbell.
LOVE,
ED
PS: I'm sorry that the dog peed in your shoes. I didn't have time to clean it up before my train. Usually he just pees in Hohenheim's shoes, so I thought you'd be safe.
LOVE,
ED
Isn't it hilarious? Such a softie, he is! Not all jerk after all.
Because of this I'm getting my ears pierced again as soon I get back into Rush Valley.