Dear Clark Kent,
I'm sorry, for not being there for you, Clark. As you stand there waiting for your bride to arrive, gracefully stepping towards you, and her new life. I wish you both well.
Don't weep for me. I'm going to a better place.
I'm sorry for being too tired to go on with this dreary life. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to put my best face forward and meet this head on.
I'm sorry for not being the Chloe Sullivan that you used to know and love. For that Chloe, she is long gone and dead. You may not have noticed it yet, as I stood there, smiling in my maid of honor's dress. I am dead to you.
I'm happy for you.
Forgive me for not understanding why you love the woman who stands just a bit beyond me as she looks lovingly into your eyes. I beg your forgiveness for the ugly thoughts that course through my head at this beautiful moment shared between two people who are undergoing holy matrimony.
If I was strong enough I will object. Object to the woman who is now stealing my angel, you, away from me.
But you are happy.
And I am not.
So forgive me for not being there at your reception, for not being there while you and Lois cut the cake. For it hurts too much for me to bear to see you swept in happiness with your bride in your arms.
The bride that is not I, will never be me, for all you and I share now is a friendship, and nothing more.
Gone are the old days. How I will miss them. Will you cherish them, Clark? Or leave them to gather dust in the outer recesses of your mind?
I go on to a new life now. You may not approve, but I have to leave. I don't trust myself enough, not around you.
I'm sorry, Clark that I can't be here now, to be your best friend.
For the Chloe Sullivan that did that, isn't here anymore.
I throw away my identity. It is not important for you to know where I go, because in the end, you'll never find me.
I love you Clark. More then words can describe.
Chloe Sullivan
With that, she folded her letter, written so carefully on the cream stationary that was a gift from both Lois and Clark the year before, and sealed it into the envelope with a kiss.
And the bright-eyed girl, ceased to exist.
I'm sorry, for not being there for you, Clark. As you stand there waiting for your bride to arrive, gracefully stepping towards you, and her new life. I wish you both well.
Don't weep for me. I'm going to a better place.
I'm sorry for being too tired to go on with this dreary life. I'm sorry I'm not strong enough to put my best face forward and meet this head on.
I'm sorry for not being the Chloe Sullivan that you used to know and love. For that Chloe, she is long gone and dead. You may not have noticed it yet, as I stood there, smiling in my maid of honor's dress. I am dead to you.
I'm happy for you.
Forgive me for not understanding why you love the woman who stands just a bit beyond me as she looks lovingly into your eyes. I beg your forgiveness for the ugly thoughts that course through my head at this beautiful moment shared between two people who are undergoing holy matrimony.
If I was strong enough I will object. Object to the woman who is now stealing my angel, you, away from me.
But you are happy.
And I am not.
So forgive me for not being there at your reception, for not being there while you and Lois cut the cake. For it hurts too much for me to bear to see you swept in happiness with your bride in your arms.
The bride that is not I, will never be me, for all you and I share now is a friendship, and nothing more.
Gone are the old days. How I will miss them. Will you cherish them, Clark? Or leave them to gather dust in the outer recesses of your mind?
I go on to a new life now. You may not approve, but I have to leave. I don't trust myself enough, not around you.
I'm sorry, Clark that I can't be here now, to be your best friend.
For the Chloe Sullivan that did that, isn't here anymore.
I throw away my identity. It is not important for you to know where I go, because in the end, you'll never find me.
I love you Clark. More then words can describe.
Chloe Sullivan
With that, she folded her letter, written so carefully on the cream stationary that was a gift from both Lois and Clark the year before, and sealed it into the envelope with a kiss.
And the bright-eyed girl, ceased to exist.