A/N
I got this idea in my head and I had to write it down. Since I haven't posted much lately due to hectic life, I figured I might just as well post it here, although it's YET another very short piece. Hope you'll enjoy!
Miranda,
In spite of my drinking, I did see the writings on the wall, I knew long before you did. I knew we were over long before you even reflected over the reasons we never slept in the same room. I numbed myself with whisky, and you numbed yourself with work. We went on like that for far too long. And then I finally realized that you would never take the step yourself. You're weak that way Miranda, you always were. So I had to be cruel to be kind. To you, and to myself. And to your girls. All three of them.
I saw the look in her eyes that night, and I understood everything. I don't think you did, though. I don't think you realized she loves you. I don't think you realized you love her. But I saw it, and suddenly everything fell into place. Why our marriage always felt like a fraud. It was. Because you never loved me the way you love her, and I see now that you never could have loved me, not like that.
I wouldn't have bothered writing this to you at all if it wasn't for one thing; the fact that she left you and you simply let her go. Miranda, for once in your life, let yourself be happy. Call her. Talk to her. And when you do, tell her thank you from me. She didn't just save you that night when I had had too much to drink and approached Irv Ravitz – she saved me too. My career, my reputation. That Andrea is a girl with a whole lot of heart, and to be honest, if you're letting her go, you will make the biggest mistake of your life. Remember that time when you lost that young hot photographer to Vogue? Yes. Bigger than that mistake.
Open your eyes, darling. She was there by your side, right where she belongs. Go get her back, and don't waste another minute. You too deserve to be happy.
Love,
Stephen.