“Have you ever written a letter so filled with passionate love that, years later, you simply cannot believe it was you who wrote it?” asked the old man, the most recent addition to the prison system.
“Nope… Where I come from we don’t write love letters. Heck, we don’t write at all,” replied the seasoned cellmate. “Will you write her love letters now that you’re here?”
The old man sighed so deeply that his cellmate thought he was having a heart attack.
“You killed her, didn’t you?” asked the cellmate.
“Love…” continued the old man. And he looked outside nostalgically.