Disclaimer: I don't own them, but fortunately for me I can decide what they are doing and saying in this story;)
Part 1:
Dear John
I was cleaning up in my apartment, you know like really cleaning all drawers, and I found some pictures of the two of us together. I took them all and sat down at the dinner table and looked them through. Do you remember that weekend where we went to the beach together in May because you said it was warm, and I had the flu for over a week after? I've got some really funny pictures from back then.
Well as I was sitting there I realized that I really miss you, we all miss you… even Frank, but he does not want to admit it. I still think that I'm the one missing you the most, though. I don't believe that it's been three years since you left. Chicago isn't the same without you, nothing is. I figure that I didn't realize how much I missed talking to you, but I do… I guess that's why I'm writing this letter to you.
Other than missing you I'm doing great. I work very hard at County, but it is ok, I love it for some strange reason, you know. I haven't got anything to go home to either. Well, I started going to meetings again, after I had a relapse. It was about two years ago and I'm not proud of it, but it feels good to do something about it… and it produces some sort of social-life for me too.
It was Eric who made me go to the meetings. You wouldn't believe it, but he's doing so great. He is married to this wonderful girl, and they've just gotten a little daughter. Maggie is doing great too. It's so amazing… almost like having a real family, the family I always wanted.
How are you doing? How is Kem? Have you got any children? I've always imagined you with a whole lot of them. You are gonna make a great father.
Anyway, this letter has to end. I hope you'll read it, and if you wanna write a reply my address is on the back of the envelope.
From someone you used to know –
Abby