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Dear Wally,
I’m still mad, sometimes, you know. Not nearly as much anymore. Never at you. Sometimes I wait and wait and believe so hard I can see you coming through the door, head bowed, like you’re sorry. Sorry for making me worry. For making me cry.
I would still forgive you in a heartbeat.
I know it’s strange, to get this letter. (I mean, I hope you get it). It was a little weird to write it. But a good weird, you know? It’s almost like talking to you, except I guess now I won’t be imagining your half of the conversation. A letter back would be nice, but I guess I’ll just have to compose it for you.
So. Here it is, the whole reason for this letter: I’m moving out. I’m leaving the apartment, I’m all caught up on the lease, everything’s already packed away. I didn’t forget your things either, don’t worry. I never could. I’m finding things, though. Really weird things. For instance, what were twelve packets of popcorn cheese doing under the socks in your drawer? That’s a little extreme, even for you.
And Ray. I wish you could meet him. (Of course, if you could have I never would). I wonder if you’d like him. I like to think so, but maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my part. Don’t be too hard on him though. It took a really long time for me, you know. After. And he helped more than you’d ever be able to imagine. You’re invited, if you want to come. Your family’s coming, at any rate. And I think it’d be nice. (June 18th, save the date)!
I guess I just wanted to let you know. I love you. I’ve never stopped. And nothing can change that.
Yours, always
Artemis Crock-West (and almost - Terrill)
P.S. I hope you don’t mind about the name. I just wanted you to know that if you’d asked, I would have taken it.
P.P.S. I’m sorry about the cookies. I asked M’gann to make them for me, but she hasn’t made them since . . . Well. She hasn’t made them in almost five years. I hope they aren’t too burned.