Disclaimer: I don't own Like Sunday, Like Rain.
Dear Eleanor,
Please forgive me for the early letter, but it's taking far longer for me to cope with your absence than expected. They say one doesn't know what they have until it's gone. The problem with you was that I knew what I had to begin with, but it still hurt just as much, if not, more when you left.
I apologize if reading this causes you much strife, but I am only stating what I truly feel, without any holds barred. I hope that you had a safe trip home, and that your daily life now consists of much joy, and clarinet playing.
I wish you all the best, and hope to see you someday soon.
Yours truly, Reggie.
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Dear Reggie,
Please don't be upset about my absence. Trust me, there's not much you're missing. I spend most of my days playing clarinet in the subway while I work nights as a waitress. The shifts are long, and the pay is low, but it's worth it for the sake of providing for me and my new home.
I hope things are going well for you with your family, and that you've found time to write more music. I know you don't think much of it at the moment, but I hope that your outlook changes within time. You have such talent when it comes to composing, and it would break my heart to hear that you've throw that away because you felt you'd already exhausted your time with it.
I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you, Reg. Really, I am.
Maybe if I'd had my feet on the ground, or a better way of coping, I could've stuck around for a while, and kept your company. But because of the circumstances, I had to go.
I want you to know that I think of you often, and hope you think often of me. I have a feeling we'll see each other again, perhaps someday soon, and wish only the best for you as well.
Your friend, your confident, and yours forever truly, Eleanor.