To My Lovely Lisa,
Wow. I can't believe it's been a year and a half already. It seems like just yesterday I was watching you leave. I remember it so clearly, I thought I was going to die.
I saw you at the store the other day, I know you didn't see me though, I moved down an aisle when I thought you would. You cut your hair again, it looks nice. The curls are my favorite style of yours. They are so shiny and bouncy, I want to reach out and touch them but I can't be seen.
They're still looking for me you know, but I also hope you know that they'll never find me. I'm much too good at this game of hide and seek, I've played it before after all. I've had some close calls but all they do is excite me and make my adrenaline rush faster through my veins.
I'm sorry about your dad, I heard the cancer's getting worse, but don't worry though there is always hope that'll it will be okay. My father had cancer too, only he didn't make it. Yeah, I know you're surprised but I really didn't kill my parents, it was just a joke. My mom died in a car accident when I was seven, I should have been killed too, but I guess I got lucky. They pulled me from the mangled wreck right before it exploded, my mother's body was still in there, we buried an empty casket.
Those were the first of many scars to come, speaking of which I have four nice ones thanks to you. It's not so bad anymore, my voice is practically just like it was, and you missed all major organs with those bullets, lucky me right? All your scars have something in common, though, they're all round. The bullets, the pen and the stiletto all left nice little circles of pink flesh on me.
I read in the paper that suite 4080 is all patched up now, congratulations. It's also nice to see that your famousness has brought prosperity to the Lux Atlantic. Your busiest year ever, that's quite an accomplishment.
I still think about you sometimes and I hope you think of me. I know you probably think I'm an ass and a psycho murderer, but really I'm not. The guy at the Tex Mex was for real it was the manager on the plane who was the act. Believe it or not after I watched you for a couple of weeks I told them I wanted out of the plan, I just couldn't do it, but by that time it was too late and everyone else already was busy, I was stuck.
And then when you stabbed me it was like someone else took over completely, I wanted to hurt you yes, but not kill you. I didn't have it in me. How could I kill someone like you? You think you're damaged merchandise but you don't see yourself very clearly because I see one of the last people on this planet who is willing to risk their life to do good, even if it did mean saving someone who hires people from companies just like mine to have people against him taken out. But that's besides the point, your intentions were still honorable, even if I did end up in the hospital for a couple of months as penalty, for chasing after you.
I think we should meet up and get dinner sometime, there's so much to talk about. I know in your head you're probably thinking I'm nuts but really, I mean to do no harm, I just want to see you and for once have you see me back. If you're okay with that go to the little Italian restaurant on the corner by the Hilton. 9:00 PM a week from Thursday. I'll be there but please don't try anything cute, I'll already have every escape route plotted out and memorized.
If you don't show, I'll take it as you want me to leave you alone, in which case I will respect your wishes. But all I'm asking for is a chance, Leese. I can be THAT guy, I know I can because I AM that guy.
-J