Forget me never...

Letter 4

Chicago

Dear Terry,

I have to say, it was so nice to receive your letter... you yelling at me, felt so familiar...I miss that, I miss our fights, our arguments, you calling me with all those nick names. Even in your letter, you can't help but throw a tantrum? I'm imagining you all excited to get my letter, forgetting your lines and the surprise when you saw what was inside. Yes, I was angry, that's why I took so long to reply, I had to let it out... and you lash out at me too... But I think you're a bit more mature...since your letter was full of compassion and understanding. I know I left you at that hospital, heartbroken... I wanted to make things easy for you. I never told you I love you... I was afraid of love... I loved Anthony and I lost him forever... and then you came along, showing me that life if worth living... we were supposed to have a future together and... I lost you too!!!! Maybe I regret not telling you about my feelings, but when I wanted to, when I came to New York, but we all know what happened then... Ok, if we had to do it again, we might have done things differently or not... I understand what happened with Albert, and I'm not angry anymore, because it's not going to change anything in our current situation.

I love you too, Terry with all my heart. Yes, it's too late for us. But since you want to continue writing me, we better talk about other stuff... but that doesn't mean I don't want to see you write that you love me.

Let me tell you about what happened lately in my life. Albert is the great uncle William, my adoptive father, I don't know if I told you that or you read it in the papers. Don't you think he would've been a great actor, pretending to be poor! Well he came out just in time to stop my forced nuptials with Neil Reagan. Can you believe the nerve of that boy, wanting to marry me? Anyway Albert saved the day and the coward cried like a baby in his mommy's arms. There was also an incident with his sister not too long ago. She came to the hospital, sick and nauseous. She was sick, but she was still mean as hell. She called me and ordered me to ask a doctor to take care of her problem. I was of course surprised and I refused to help her... She started yelling and calling me all the names of the book. The other medical staff received the same treatment. When the doctor finally came and examined her, it turned out it was "only" her appendix that was about to burst... that's a dangerous condition if it bursts, I shouldn't minimised that, but she thought she was pregnant and she almost kissed the doctor for telling her she had a much more dangerous condition, than being in the family way.

I feel like I'm telling you about my day after a long day at the hospital, during dinner just before you leave for the theatre... that's how it should've been.

How is Susanna? I don't want to think about her, but at the end of the day, she still saved your life, and I have to be grateful to her for that, but I can't! I still can't forget that she stole you from me, she stole my happiness! I shouldn't talk like that, especially to you since you're with her, paying for the rest of your life. But it's so unfair! You go ahead and fulfill your duty, for you're a gentleman and a gentleman always keeps his word. And always remember that I love you, no matter what.

I hope this letter finds you in good health and thank you for writing it. I enclosed my picture, I hope you like my new look.

Love,

Candy