...then I will love you with death.

We were let out for dinner, then celled-in from then on. I sat and wrote, Helena, I wrote to you and a thought occurred to me. A thought of you. It wasn’t just the writing from the cell I have in regard to who you are, it’s the writing I’ve done my whole life to you. I wanted to think that one day, on the slim chance that I go free from this, that I can look back on this and tell people that this letter was me banging the drum to my god from the cell. But that would only cover a small part of it. I’ve been bowing to you since day one, and in here that didn’t change or get amplified, it did better than that. It remained. It remains and for that I love you with my life, Helena. I love you with whatever I had, with whatever I have now, and if death is the only thing that waits for me beyond this cell, then I will love you with death.