2000, October 12th
Dearest Lily,
I’ve missed you.
Coming from me you might not believe it, and that‘s rather understandable, so I cannot fault you for it. But I speak the truth. I’ve come to enjoy your company, and don’t say it’s the chase, or the thrill of what it is we are doing. Do not analyze my feelings for you in such a mediocre light.
I find myself unable to function when you are not near. Even though most of the time I do have you in my line of sight I cannot touch you, or approach you, because to our very delicate predicament.
But just the sight of you alone calms me.
In those moments, when your husband sits at my dinner table, with you by his side, piling up your plate like a good man, cherishing you, worshiping the very ground you walk on, the envy consumes me.
I env
