Hello Elis,

My sleeping beauty, today is my first day with the thirteenth infantry. So far, it’s been business as usual. Our Captain yelling out orders, commander giving his welcome speech as we go and our deck janitor giving the rest of us detailed tour of the ship. Yea, you heard me – janitor. You would think a sophisticated space ship like this won’t require janitors but they do.

We barely settled in when we got a yellow alert, looks like our battle just begun. The enemy would be within our space in less than an hour. We’ve been training for so long, I know the routines and maneuvers by heart but anything could go wrong. This might be my first and final entry.

I’ve always thought that training day and night back home and barely able to see or talk to you every other day was the worst feeling. I was wrong. Being out here is ten times worse.

One of my biggest regrets is that I never got to talk to you about us. I know I’ve always showed you how I felt about you in more ways than one. How I truly felt; but I can tell you’ve got your walls so high you can barely see the limit.

I remember the first time we met like yesterday. You were at that coffee shop by yourself, minding your phone and I happened to be the goofy maniac who disrupted your quiet day. Pretty sure you hated me that day, and the day after; but months later, we were holding hands while walking our puppy through the park.

I know I’m probably going to die out here in space. I guess humans never learnt anything after WWII. But even if there is a chance that I make it, I want to know a few things.

Why can’t I reach you, my sleeping beauty? Why can’t you be yourself, even when I can clearly see your true self struggling to break free? Your eyes tell me you love me but your words betray your eyes. Your actions shatter every hope of you tearing down your walls. And if you can’t tear them down, make a door through it.

P.S: My space suit is totally awesome! Never knew I look dope in velvet.

Elias