My Dearest Harm,
Right now you are sleeping in your bed, safe and sound. I don't know why I am writing this letter, but I do know that it is something that has to be done. Did anyone ever tell you that you look like an angel while you are sleeping? Little do they know that when you wake up – well, lets just say that I know the truth.
If you are reading this, honey, I had to leave you. We both knew that this moment would come when I had to leave you. There is one thing you should know though, I always loved you from the moment I set my eyes on you. I knew that there was a bond that could never be broken, even with death.
There were nights I would lie in bed and dream of what you were up to. Honey, let me tell you something, some of those stunts you pulled probably gave me some gray hair. For some reason though, no matter what problems you got yourself into, I always knew that you would get out of it, not that those thoughts made me sleep any easier.
There are a couple of things I want you to do for me, and you can't deny a dead woman her wishes. The first thing is I want you to dig a box out of storage. It will be labeled For Harm. It will let you in on some aspects that you need to know about life. The second thing is that I want you to be happy. I am in a better place, so don't cry for me. I love you so much, and I know my death hurt you, but I need you too move on with the rest of your life.
Remember, you will always have someone who loves your Harmon David Rabb Jr.
Harm put down the letter and wiped the tears from his eyes. He couldn't believe she was gone. He knew though that there was one thing that he had to do, he had to go dig the box out of storage.
AN – I know I have several other projects in the works right now, but this one just wouldn't leave me alone last night as I was trying to sleep, it was just hanging there. Should I go on? Read and Review as always.