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Letter 10

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My dear,
I'm writing this because we don't talk as often as I would wish. Meaning, we haven't in the past year or so. I don't think single minute accusatory phone calls quite count either. I wish you would actually talk to me. We used to so often, staying up so much past our bedtime (remember when we had bedtimes?!) to tell stories and make plans for sharing a flat and TV and VHS tape collection...oh, we were so young then, not knowing the allure of internet, computers, DVDs and men. Men are the ones who seem to really throw monkey wrenches in...though maybe you could blame my education just as much for leaving you behind. For myself, I am just seeing the men. It started last summer, remember? Or was it the spring, when I was so stubborn as to ignore what was right in front of me? I know, I made a mistake. I do that sometimes. But when you said I know nothing of love, slapping me with words and fists under the summer moon, because I dared say I didn't think your man was good enough for you, and my own romantic interest and I have always been unsure, and confused about how to go about relationships...that was a knife, dear one. A deep cutting knife.

(A side note: I still love him, just in case you haven't picked up on that. I know, it may be silly, when I have little hope of anything making sense this year, and probably even next...But I also realize that I won't be wanting anything more for so long either. Not articulately.)

I realize now that I probably should not have let you drift on your path in silence. I just get so tongue tied, trying to talk idle chatter with you. I think you may hate me. And that, I am discovering in this stony silence, is the most painful cut of all.

Worst, I don't know how to apologize. Because I am not sure if I am sorry that I won't ignore the little pitfalls and squelching neediness that I recognize all too well.

Love, tears, and wishing you would actually communicate with me,
Your sister in the bunk beneath yours
Oops, somehow managed to read Day 11 as Day 10...and I was so proud for doing it in order...Ah well. Mistakes happen.
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