Logan,
I know you've never been one for sentimentality but I need to do this. I need to know if we can ever have anything again. If we can be together? If we can be more than just strangers that pass on another in the street and ignore one another?
This isn't the first time I've contemplated getting in contact again. I've considered it a thousand times over the last year. I've suppose I've never had the guts to do, if I'm being totally honest. I've written but never sent the letters. I've dialled, but never called. I guess now that the campaign trail is finishing, I've found some courage.
I love you. I hope you know that. I will always love you. I hope you've never doubted that. I haven't, not once. I should've said yes, I mean, it's not like we would have had to have gotten married the next day. We could have had a long engagement, and I could have had you and this campaign and we could have gotten married when it finished.
I was just so focused on becoming a journalist, on taking the last job that could make my dream come true, that I never really considered what not having you support would do to me. I should have known that you were my muse, the reason I'm still a journalist, why my dream never died.
In case I haven't made myself clear so far, I miss you. Everything about you. I'm always hoping, wishing, to see you. I'm going to be in New York in a week and I've heard that's where your living now, so if your free give me a call or stop by the Hilton.
I've spoken to Colin. I ran into him when I was getting coffee in San Francisco. He says your okay and that there hasn't been anyone else since I turned you down. So, i guess this is a plea. Maybe it seems desperate but I just needed you to know that my world fell apart when you gave me that ultimatum and I've hated myself everyday since for saying no, for breaking your heart as well as my own. Just know that, even if you can't forgive me.
Love you always,
Rory.