Dear Anna,
I dropped the present off at your place last night. Did you like it?
Today, Oliver and I went to get me some new sports gear. I'm taking on soccer again. Coach Lebron said I had talent and wanted me to join the team before the new season begin. And have I mentioned that I've been attending several appointments with Dr. Schimdt, my psychiatrist?
She said I needed to do things to distract myself instead of drinking. She also said you wouldn't be happy if you'd have seen me drinking heavily. So, when I got home, I dumped all my hidden stashes of booze down the sink. The funny thing is that I wasn't even sad or reluctant while doing that.
Then I turned on my laptop. Something which I haven't turned on in ages. And I sent Coach Lebron a submission letter and entered the soccer team officially. I called Oliver and told him the news, he was happy that I was able to walk out of the past and move on.
I told him it was because of you.
I'm exicted to start playing on the soccor team next season. I just wish you'd be there during every game. But knowing you, you would probably feel very uncomfortable among a crowd of people, so don't worry, I'm not going to force you.
I love you, Anna.
Connor.