A pen pal can project all of her hopes and dreams on an inmate who wants nothing more than to be a repository of those desires, Conner explains.
Time wore on, and the letters became more intimate.
I had pushed myself to get through my final year at Georgetown.
For various reasons I felt utterly disconnected from my family and friends back home, who were struggling with their own problems.
I told him about my disastrous dating experiences in college: the boyfriend who cheated on me with my roommate; the supervisor at work who was sleeping with me and a handful of other co-workers; the older guy who was living in a Neverland of no commitment. Our interactions were carefully circumscribed by guards and glass and distance.
The physical boundaries between me and Justin only served to release us from our inhibitions; nothing was off limits. After a few months, we were talking on the phone in daily 15-minute bursts, and we wrote letters to each other every day.