By the time you get this letter, I will be on my way to London. I was kind of hoping to bring you along since my big exhibit is coming soon. You know something, Mia? Ever since I met you and Sandy, I’ve considered you to both be dear friends.
As much as I tried to fight how I felt about you, I just could not get my heart to agree. I appreciated you opening up about Leo like you did. I know that was hard, and I still admire you for it because it took great courage. He was so lucky to have you, and it was obvious you thought the same of him. I was hoping that, after almost one year of knowing each other, we could build on our relationship.
I felt it on New Year’s Eve and several times thereafter. I don’t know if it was real or not for you, but I know it was for me. But after all this going around, I have decided to let you be, my love. I’ll just have to accept that you can never feel the same way about me. I just hope that one day you will decide to give yourself a chance to be happy.
For now, I bid you farewell, and I wish you much success with your dancing. I know you will go far.
P.S. I am not sure if or when I will be back.
As I read the letter aloud, I could not stop crying. Henry was gone and all the way across the Pond. There was nothing I could do. I just could not go to sleep. I was wide awake all night, unsure of what to do next.
I am sorry, Henry.