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Chapter 70

Adie: I opened every single letter, it was like a drug, I couldn't put it down.With every word I came to tears.The letters brought back so many beautiful old memories from back then.He wrote about everything, it was like a diary.He told me what he was doing that month, what songs he was working on.That he loves me and misses me, that he was thinking about me. They were a few beautiful and sad experiences. He dedicated several songs to me over the years and wrote them all in those letters. He wrote that he wished I could hear them live. He would like to sing them to me, like he always did when I was afraid. Back then, Billie always sang to me when I was nervous, insecure or scared... his voice always had a very calming effect on me. It was like a miracle healing. I just needed the sound of his voice in my ear and his hand in mine, and I was happy. I always felt safe and secure when he was around. Some letters were very emotional, in others he made me laugh... he always knew how to make me laugh. The first letter was from July 4th, 1994. The day we broke up. And at the same time it was our anniversary. I met him 4 years ago. In the first letter he describes how he felt when I left him. That he told me it's okay if I left, but his heart was screaming and crying for me. At that time he made a promise to me, he promised he would keep going with the music. He promised me to look ahead and be happy. I've seen all of his successes over the past few years. Words couldn't describe how proud I was of him... He had worked hard for every single award, every single fan, all the love. He deserves every happiness in the world. It was late in the evening when I finished reading all the letters. His words stirred me. With every sentence he warmed my heart. It was the most romantic thing he has ever done for me... Billie knew me, he knows that I don't care about money or jewelry. He knew exactly that I love romantic gestures. His letters had brought me to tears. All these years I thought that he had forgotten me. That he's in bed with some groupies, but no. He had never forgotten me, always loved me and always thought of me. I went to the phone, dialed his number and called him...