Dallas,
i know you probably won't read this. if i'm being honest, i wouldn't either. my letters are usually just a bunch of space-filling nonsense that rambles on forever.
if i'm being even more honest, i don't know why i am even writing you in the first place.
after all, i don't know much about you, and you don't know much about me.
but i think if you did, you would understand me a lot better. understand what i do, and why i do it, a lot better.
i know you said you don't need my help, and that's not what i'm trying to offer. i guess, what i am trying to say is that i'm sorry.
i'm sorry your world was cold and cruel, and that you had to learn hard truths of the world before you learned anything about yourself.
it was never a lesson for you to learn.
yes, i know that i don't know you that well, but what i do know is that you and i are more alike than you think.
though you might deny it, you and i are two sides of the same coin. the only difference is that you chose to flee and i chose to stay.
i want to understand why. why don't you accept any of my help? i know more about the world then you would expect, Dally. i'm not just some naïve girl who thinks they could help everyone like you believe i am. so, why can't i help you?
and why does everyone make such a big deal of it when i try to?
maybe one day, preferably when we are both blind drunk, we can talk about it.
your friend,
venus
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