Yes, I’ve still been sleeping badly. No, Arnold still has not warmed to this place. Yes, I’m still dreaming of him… And no, for a final answer to your final question in your reply, I do not wish to undergo dream treatments. The so-called dream therapist here wouldn’t know a degree if it bit his black, swishy tail. I will deal with the lack of sleep in my own way. (And yes, I do eat. I swear, it’s just like being back in my internship with you — You and Arnold, buddying up to make me take care of myself and making me go to bed at a decent hour! )
*She pauses here to sigh heavily, rub her eyes and continue*
Actually, Thaddeus, what I wished to write you about was that issue that occurred before I left home. I want to know if he’s still looking for me. I want to know if he’s still looking to… carry out his father’s wishes and I wish to know if he’s come to badger you at all. If he has, there are things I will need to attend to and people that I must contact. Don’t worry about me Thaddeus, I can take care of myself. And yes, I do know what I am doing. I did fine before I left to live with my fiance, and I have to remember the woman I once was… Love made me careless and that’s why I lost him. I refuse to lose anyone else I love and care for to the mess that was made by carelessness.
Once I start sleeping on a regular schedule again, things will change. I will go back to my original state of mind and I will be the woman I was before he and I met. I have to be in this city, because if the past comes to corporeally haunt me, I can’t be falling apart as I am. I have to show no more weakness and grieve in my dreams. I don’t have time for falling apart any more.
The time for change is now. I must become who I was again or this city and its more prominent citizenry will devour what life I may make here. I will have to apologize to Arnold once done is done. I appreciate your friendship, Thad, and I thank you for taking a chance by educating me, and for the promise that you kept to my father before he died. If you don’t wish to send these letters through the post any more, I am more than sure that I can find a reputable (or rather, less than reputable) carrier pigeon service here somewhere.
Ever Your Student,