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I know that you have been supportive and that you are trying to understand, but I need more. I need you to be willing to talk more. You always tell me that it is not my fault and that it was our best decision...that is not what I want to hear from you...
We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others.
I need you just to listen to me, tell me how you feel and hold me and let me cry in arms...just like you did when I found out that I was pg.
You are special.


There was a slight noise behind her and she turned just in time to seize a small boy by the slack of his roundabout and arrest his flight. Your letter from Chicago interested me very much. It caused me to think of the time I was there several years ago. I hope your trip will end as pleasantly as it has begun. Things have been rather dull for me since you left, for there is not much happening now. Most of our friends, as you know, are away. I have been keeping pretty busy, however, and this has helped to keep me from feeling depressed. Nevertheless, there are times when I recall the happy days we had together, and then I miss you terribly... Love...