Page 88 of Endless Love

“Bro, do what you do best.”

My brows jumped up. I was all ears as “Dear Duffy,” my relationship guru, went on.

“Write. Write her a letter.”

“But I don’t know where she’s staying. Nor does her father.”

“Send her an email. She’s bound to get it sometime.”

What would I do without Duffy? Paying for the beers, I sprinted home. My fingers were as twitchy as my dick. The words in my head were already flowing.

As soon as I got home, I raced up the stairs to my bedroom and made a beeline for my desk. On top of it sat my computer…the very laptop with which I’d written every word of Undying Love. I was due for a new one, but somehow I couldn’t part with this Mac. Memories trumped technology. Sitting down, I flipped open the case and went straight to my Gmail. I hit “Compose,” and then in the subject line typed two letters: U-S. Us. As my heart beat with hope and determination, my fingers danced across the keyboard.

My beautiful butterfly~

The next morning after our session with Dr. Goodman, I went to your dad’s deli to see you before you left, but you were already gone.

It’s only been a few days, but my life has no meaning without you. With every step I take, I wish you were here with me. My loft is empty without you. It’s you I dream of and wish were in my bed at night. I miss your lightness of being; every day is dark, my heart heavy.

Allee is still in my heart, not just a memory, but a treasure I will always cherish. You are a treasure too. A brilliant, shimmering jewel that can light up a room as well as a stage. Most of all, you, only you, lit up my heart and showed me that I could love again. Allee always wanted me to meet someone new after her death, and you are that special person.

Perhaps it was fate that you were already on your way to Paris when I came by. Allee taught me a universal human truth. In love, there are no goodbyes. So, hello, my beautiful butterfly, and I hope all is well.

When you come back and I pray you will soon, there’s something I want to ask you and we’ll figure out a way to make things work. I understand your need to dance. It is not much different than my need towrite. Your stage is my page. It is who we are…what defines us.

Allee wanted me to have Plan B as in B-E, to go on and live my life to the fullest. I know now, my beauty, I want to live my life with you and be wherever you are.

I’m not giving up on us.

With all my love—

Ry-Man

I re-read my letter, and as I did, a warm breath of air dusted the back of my neck as if someone were standing behind me. I looked over my shoulder and for a flash instant I saw Allee. An approving smile graced her angelic face. She’d read what I’d written. The near final words of her farewell letter whirled in my head. Madewell, I’ll be reading every word from wherever I am. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared. My pulse in overdrive, I turned around and hit send. I blew out a deep breath. Now, I had to play the waiting game.

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