All the pain, all the missing was inside Jones’s heart. Jones needed that love from Sandra so he started to write letter to her by expressing how he felt and how much he loved her. Jones wrote letter to Sandra to escape reality as a “shack”. Jones was so tired with the loving thing, but he could not stop himself to love Sandra. He felt the world was too unfair to him; he gave what he had to love a girl, but the girl didn’t love him back. Jones thought dedication doesn’t equal in return; god didn’t treat him fair. He wanted to hide himself from this scary world. He started to have his imagination and emotion written in letters to send to Sandra; he began to hide in the “shack”. “Three and four and five a week I wrote. All of them were more than five pages long and many went to fifteen pages” (Jones). He wrote every letter seriously and preciously; he put all of his fantasies, his ideal world inside the letters. He craved to have a life with the girl so much; he even imagined how are they going to live, and the days they would have, “it was a world of fiction, of course, a place conjured up in my imagination, because, as my mother could have
All the pain, all the missing was inside Jones’s heart. Jones needed that love from Sandra so he started to write letter to her by expressing how he felt and how much he loved her. Jones wrote letter to Sandra to escape reality as a “shack”. Jones was so tired with the loving thing, but he could not stop himself to love Sandra. He felt the world was too unfair to him; he gave what he had to love a girl, but the girl didn’t love him back. Jones thought dedication doesn’t equal in return; god didn’t treat him fair. He wanted to hide himself from this scary world. He started to have his imagination and emotion written in letters to send to Sandra; he began to hide in the “shack”. “Three and four and five a week I wrote. All of them were more than five pages long and many went to fifteen pages” (Jones). He wrote every letter seriously and preciously; he put all of his fantasies, his ideal world inside the letters. He craved to have a life with the girl so much; he even imagined how are they going to live, and the days they would have, “it was a world of fiction, of course, a place conjured up in my imagination, because, as my mother could have