Forget me never...

Letter 30

My dear Terry,

I have well received your letter, old man. I can understand your relief to be finally free, only your loved one isn't. But you have known for years that she wasn't free, no? I have seen you living with your wife, as a good friend, without any passion. You were only your own shadow. Candy was really the one you needed, she was full of life. I can admit it now that you are far, because I know that I don't risk receiving your fist in my face. When Candy came back from England with Captain Niven, Sandra's father, and with your little friend Cookie, I had a crush on her. She was so alive, so lively and she didn't let others decide for her. But I saw the way her eyes sparkled when she realised that I knew you, and I knew right then that I didn't have any chance with her. And then in Chicago, when I usurped your identity, she took care of me when she saw that I wasn't you. And I fear I may have caused her difficulties... I understand why you love her so much.

A love so strong cannot be in vain. What if you tried to see her? Maybe her marriage is unhappy? Maybe she is waiting for you? We never know, Terry, you cannot draw a line like that on the love of your life without even having tried... Yes she is married to your best friend... I am telling you, go to see her and let her tell you that there is no chance for you both... You are a gentleman and you respect another's wife, I am not telling you to go have an affair with her. I am asking you to go and see her to make sure that everything is really dead for you both. Think about it as soon as your mourning period is over. You have done your duty. You didn't love your wife, but you took care of her. The friendship that you offered her made her happy. She paid her love for you dearly... But she had you for the rest of her days and they were happy, despite her sickness. It is time for you to be happy, Terry. Before you engage in a new relationship, come back to America and go and see Candy... It is the last step, then you will know if you have to conquer her over or if you have to force yourself to forgive her for good.

Have fun with your dad in England.

Your mate,

Charlie