Dear Ms. Catnip
When you were angry with me it was clear that my letters hurt you. I struggled to understand and until lunch this week I thought from what you said that you hated my letters. It made me sad. You said I couldn’t do “an eight of the shit” that I said in them.
I know you were hurt and sad and angry, but please reconsider them, because I have poured my heart out in to you in them and they are me.
I have hurt and wept and suffered and longed for your love as no other. Your pain has been my pain. I love no one else in this world so much as I love you. You may not believe or understand that but it is the painful truth.
I missed you terribly and I want to see you and spend time together with you soon, more than lunch when you can. I will always love you.
With Love, The Selfish Man
(At lunch this week I found out that what she was really angry about was not my letters but that I had asked for them back. She told me that the leters meant a lot to her to. )