Well he wasn't lying. I went to lunch a little late today on purpose so that I'd be home when the mail came. On my way back to work there it was! A TEN PAGE letter. Front and back. Thats like 20 pages...well 19 cuz the last page is only a front side but anyway...
Turns out his companion barely even writes his weekly email home let alone actually putting pen to paper and writing someone at home which makes things difficult when you are required to be with that person 24/7
Not much else to say except I'm happy. I have 10 (really 19) pages of happiness to peruse while I hope he figures out how to write me semi-regularly.
P.S. As of today: 600 more days