Dear Mr. "WeeFee "

Dear Frank,

Your life didn't leave her to finish the game like this. Submission to a false fantasy that guided her into despair , jumping to escape shackles of terror that only she sees. Her sanctuary to seek joy without the worry of judgement, why is it so invisible once again? What in me failed to see what the words she now won't say? For shame, for guilt, for desire

I've witnessed the greatness of her
soul, but it hides behind a self which
distorts passion. Speaks to believe her own confusion, panic, and grief, or strategy of epic idealization of a temporary state. Denying and supplying, pushing then pulling, exploiting my nature that once nurtured shyness and welcomed the erotic. 2008 isn't 2010, and never did I deny any right of maturity or give up on a whim due to her troubles. Has she a trick up her sleeve? We will be in touch, and I always appreciate your friendship. She knows that we cannot play a role on command, and she knows what is of value in our hearts. Send her your blessings and guidance. For now she deserves room to grow past this difficult period. Since when hasn't she had a plan? Wish me luck. I must rest after a long few days. Give her time to achieve what she's set her mind too, and I'll hang in there. Smoke and mirrors are everywhere, but there is something worthwhile to find, and she knows I'm stubborn. Enjoy your new locale. Without you, I'd be lost.

Love,
John.