I miss you, so much. You were real, and that is what I need. But people like you don't exist anymore. Sometimes I think a made you up to bring some sanity into my life. I really just need you to know that I lied to you about having any sort of relationship. I really am a looser, you know the one your mother warns you that you don't want to end up being like. Oh well, as far as I believe, we all were. I just can't believe all the good things I had and couldn't see because I was distracted by the shinny, new, heart-breakingly cruel people. I'm sorry, I was horrible and the more I think about it the more I regret it, but it's too late now. There is nothing left but regret, except hope, hope for a better future. I hope you become an amazing chef and that one day when I'm in New York City dealing with a new case as my part in being a lawyer, I'll decide to go into your restaurant and we can catch up on good times. I do miss you and I'm sure I always will. Good-bye Anya.
Love, CS
