Hello friend,

I know that I said the last letter would be my last, but I just wanted to give you one last update. My life is going the best it ever has. I don't have as many hallucinations anymore, and it isn't as vivid when I do. I have come to grips with what Aunt Helen did to me and I learned to isolate that incident from Sam's and my… activities. We haven't yet gone all the way, but she is so amazing. I made a new friend too, his name is Cameron. He drives me up to Sam's college every weekend, I know how to drive, but his family's rich, so they can afford the gas. It's only a little over two hours away. His grandma lives out by the college, so that's where he heads. Me? I usually spend my nights with Sam.

Cameron is, however, one of the most flamboyant and openly homosexual men EVER. Me and Sam set him up on a date with Patrick, and it was love at first banter. Now they call each other almost every day and over break, Cam drives for thirty-seven hours straight to meet up with his boyfriend, not before dropping Sam off with me, and making sure I have the money to take her back and forth, except summer, but I have enough money to do things on my own at that point anyway.

Last month, we all met up again, all the Wallflowers. Me, Sam, Patrick, Mary Elizabeth, Alice and new member, Camera. That's what we call Cameron. Why? He studies photography. That simple. The thing about him is that he is a short, stocky dude with a deep voice. Patrick has like - half a foot on him and it's ridiculous to see them as lovers, yet Camera is almost twice as perverse as Patrick, which is saying something. The sexual innuendos they share are among the most humorous parts of every time we see them. Whenever Patrick comes out to see us, me and him set one evening aside and we just take some time alone with the two of us and we just talk, you know? He always has these ridiculous college stories that never fail to make me laugh.

Sam and I are also official, if you couldn't tell. I finally worked up the guts to ask her if we can be boyfriend and girlfriend and she said yes! Not that I thought she wouldn't, but the officiality of it is truly something special. Patrick's already planning our wedding and Camera won't stop taking pictures of us together. Ironically, they all turn out really good, no matter what we're doing. Whether we're eating, kissing or going down the tunnel. He probably has a long career as a photographer.

Me and Sam are going to have our first time tonight, well - our first time together. You know that Sam has had sex before, but I think this might be her first time actually making love because she wanted it to be special, so she's preparing a picnic under the stars. Not like Sam to be proper, huh? I made sure to buy condoms, though. No sandwich bags for me! Also, I got these candles that Patrick told me about, they are supposed to turn her on, like a LOT. I've been studying up a bit too. I don't wanna have all the pleasure myself, so I watched a few videos online about how to pleasure women and I think I have a grasp of it? This is a little embarrassing to type, but you already know everything else about my life, so whatever.

I want you to know that, unless tonight goes terribly wrong, this is most assuredly my last letter to you. I want to thank you for having these letters, it's helped through a really rough time writing to you. Now that the two years are over, I want to say thank you, and I want you to know that I'm happy. Really happy. Not happy and sad. Just… happy.

Thanks for Everything,

Charlie

(P.S.- I started on The Slut and the Falcon. I gave the first few chapters to Mr. Anderson, and he LOVED them.)