Hi Bill,

I’ve been doing some thinking. I know, it’s not something a pretty girl like me should be doing. But sometimes I just can’t help myself, you should know that by now. And I’ve finally figured out what is that you want from me. And it isn’t much, is it?

You just want me to wait for you. You just want to have me in your mind. You just want to call me when you’re feeling sad. You just want to call me to tell me how well you’re doing. You just want me to tell you that you’re good and clean and handsome. And you are all of those things.

Didn’t I tell you I would get you back on your feet, point you in the right direction and off you’d go? I will not even ask what’s in it for me. I’ll just take whatever should be mine. I’ve been having bad dreams lately. I wake up with the strange feeling that the world is finally coming to an end and then I just go to work or whatever it is that I do to earn myself a living.

Look, I know I probably shouldn’t be saying all this stuff to you. Or write them down so I could know what it is that I am feeling. I am sorry that I scare you. I am sorry to be me. I am sorry that I can not take no for answer. I am sorry for wanting to take care of you. I am so very sorry for wanting you at all. But I am taking care of business…

This stuff must be boring the shit out of you, I am aware of that. But you know that saying goodbye is not what I do best. I’ll just shoot you in the head instead….

Just kidding Bill …

Bye for now.

Uma?