Dear Anne,
I cannot continue running. I've run away from reality my entire life. I'm tired and can't continue dodging father. Maybe I'm the one who's wrong. Do you think I'm wrong? Your opinion matters to me. If you say I'm wrong, I'm wrong.
I can't stand looking in the mirror. What I see disgusts me. I got drunk last night and awoke from my stupor feeling awkward and depressed. One look in the mirror spoke volumes. My two-day beard itches, and I feel filthy. I don't know when I last ate. Yesterday? The day before?
It's time I stopped, turned my life around. The gypsy life I'm leading is no longer feasible. Take me in, Anne. Turn me around.
Only you can make me into the man hiding deep inside my mottled brain. I'm not a child anymore but I'm acting like one. Do you understand?
Life. What is it all about? Tell me, Anne.
When can I come to you? I'll get on a plane tomorrow if you say yes.
Will you marry me?
Love
Corey
Xxx (a million times)
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Dear Anne
RomanceDear Anne is a series of emails written by Corey Clairmont to a woman he met once before traveling from the US to Paris, France. Corey is a starving artist who is taking a gap year to discover his true self. Out of the blue, he received an email fro...
