Pen pal

The first letter arrived the day my husband was buried. It was postmarked from the state penitentiary, and contained a single sentence: "I'll wait forever if I have to." It was signed by Dante, a man I didn't know. Out of simple curiosity, I wrote back to ask him what exactly he was waiting for. His reply? "You." I told the mystery man he had the wrong girl. He said he didn't. I said we'd never met, but he said I was wrong. We went back and forth...