A LETTER TO MY BELOVED, SAM
Last night, I sent my U.S. Army assigned Samuel J. Hithye an E-mail. The Army pushed it through, he received it with a typed box with a note, that I had tried to send it to him. My communication methods are controlled by threats. Nobody has made direct contact. The U.S. Army assigned teams are keeping me alive. There's no end in sight. I know that many of you have been cheering us on, for decades. I'm thrilled that he's with me. I still struggle, through the fascist, abusive mind-control, to believe that I can have a life, free. Thank you, for your prayers. (Please, write Congress and ask them to raise the federal, minimum wage to $17, this year. Also, the defense spending bill shorted our U.S. servicemembers, again. Their annual, pay raises should keep up with the rate of inflation.) I hear about signs of progress, everywhere. Please, keep fighting for our Civil Liberties. God bless America. A copy of my E-mail, to Sam, is pasted, below.
Dearest Sam Hithye,
I really love you.
I hope that, someday, you will hold me, in your arms, love me, kiss me, and that everything will be alright. I really want to see you. I want to make a life, together.
Please, stay with me. I knew that there would be no end in sight. I told you that it was a miracle to keep me alive. I may be imprisoned, forever. Please, stay with me. You being with me has been a greater gift than I ever imagined. I promise that I'm trying to survive. Please, keep praying for a miracle.
I love you, with all of my heart. I will give you anything, to make you happy. I don't know how to be found.
I'm so happy that you're with me. I'll be faithful, always.
We have five years. Maybe, we can get married. Maybe, we can live, together, in the house that you bought, for us. Maybe, we can sleep, together, and you can kiss me, every morning. I want to have my own body, to have a wedding. I can't describe, in words, how much this hurts me, to have them on me. I'm being tortured and sexually abused, constant. I told you that I didn't think that I could do it. Of course, I've wanted nothing more, for twenty years, than to talk to you, meet you, be your wife. I don't know that I'll ever be free, ever have a life. I'll keep hoping and praying, with you.
You've been so kind and chivalrous, my heart is devoted. I'm so grateful that you, finally, came to get me. Thank you, for staying with me. Thank you, for taking care of me. I missed you, terribly, when I was away.
I'll promise you, again, to do my best to live a long, healthy life.
Thank you, for fighting for our rights and freedoms. Thank you, for being good and kind.
I really want you.
I know that you really love me.
I hope to see you, real soon. Please, give my love to my mom and dad.
I really love you.
Yours dearly,
Jenny Miller
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