Reading your letter felt like gasping for air after being trapped under water. I hope you will forgive me for being so blunt, but how did we make such a mess of it all? And what does it mean that we have not spoken in a decade but I still hear your voice in my head every day?
XO,
Celia
My Dearest Celia,
I own all of our missteps. I was selfish and shortsighted. I can only hope that you have found bliss somewhere else. You deserve so much happiness. And I am sorry I could not give that to you.
Love,
Evelyn
My Dearest Evelyn,
You are dealing in revisionist history. I was insecure and petty and naive. I blamed you for the things you did to keep our secrets. But the truth is, each time you stopped the outside world from coming into our life, I felt immense relief. And all my happiest moments were orchestrated by you. I never gave you enough credit for that. We were both to blame. But you were the only one to ever apologize. Please let me rectify that now: I’m sorry, Evelyn.
Love,
Celia
P.S. I watched Three A.M. some months ago. It is a bold, brave, important film. I would have been wrong to stand in the way of it. You have always been so much more talented than I ever gave you credit for.
My Dearest Celia,
Do you think lovers can ever be friends? I hate to think of the years we have left in this life wasted by continuing not to speak.
Love,
Evelyn
My Dearest Evelyn,
Is Max like Harry? Like Rex?
Love,
Celia
My Dearest Celia,
I am sorry to say that no, he’s not. He is different. But I am desperate to see you. Can we meet?
Love,
Evelyn
My Dearest Evelyn,
To be frank, that news breaks me. I do not know if I could bear seeing you given those circumstances.
Love,
Celia
My Dearest Celia,
I have called you many times in the past week, but you have not returned my calls. I’ll try again. Please, Celia. Please.