I'm Sorry, Do I Know You..?

Part 2- Patsy's P.O.V.

I don't know how to feel. I've just heard that Deels is coming back next week. I mean, it's about time, she's been in Wales for two years! I wish we'd be able to pick up from where we were cut off, but she still doesn't remember me properly. I've had a few polite replies to my letters, but nothing more than she would've sent to Trixie or Babs, had they written. Nothing more intimate. Nothing to suggest she remembers me...us.
               I've spoken to her mum a few times, and apparently Deels does talk about a ginger woman with a beehive. I guess she must mean me, but the reason she's mentioned this to her mum is because I'm just an anonymous someone she sees in her dreams. . In Delia's head I don't have a name, or even a face. To her, I'm just a figment of her imagination. And that's hard because she's so much more to me.
               I hope we meet again when she comes back. I don't even mind if I have to start all over again with her; I just don't want our relationship to become nothing. It's been so hard without her, but I've learnt to live with the pain. I still cry myself to sleep every single night. But at least now it doesn't surprise me or anyone else when the tears come. I'm used to it now. But if I can get to know her again, get any of this pain off my back, I'll be happy. However, if she doesn't remember me at all after two years, what's to suggest she'll : a) remember me when (if) we meet again, and b) want to get to know me again. Arghhh.