January 23, 1977

Dear Gray,

When we became friends again, I had already accepted the fact that I would have to watch you love someone else.

Someone who is not me.

I accepted the fact that Keira is the one for you. The one you want. The one you dream about when you close your eyes at night. The one in your heart.

It never occurred to me that you would break up with her.

I keep thinking about what could have happened to make you do that, but I can't come up with anything. You won't tell me either.

Is it wrong to be relieved that you're not with her anymore?

Berry