Dear Mark

I know I am writing this letter too late. You have gone. But I cant help but miss you. Ive tried not too. Tried not to think about what could have been, how it all should have happened... but I cant. Something inside of me just wonÕt let you go...

Its Christmas, well almost anyway. The lights are hung, the shop windows are full of decorations and my tree is up. Its quite a pathetic excuse for a tree but its up none the less. Christmas always makes me think of you. I sent you a card every year I was in Phoenix, really all I wanted was to be back in Chicago with you...

I cant move on, I still cry myself to sleep at night, shudder when I treat a patient with another doctor- that other doctor should be you.

We always had such a fantastic relationship. In work, in friendship.... in love? I guess Ill never know. If only I hadnt been so foolish all those years ago...

Going to Phoenix didnt help. Im lucky if I get a phone call a month from Chloe or Susie nowadays. I miss them like hell but I couldnt stand living with them. I never settled, in all honesty- I never found your replacement...

I dont know why IÕm writing this. Its not like I have anywhere to send it too. I just needed to pool my thoughts I guess, try and move on. I donÕt think itÕs going to work. Anyway- Merry Christmas Mark- Ill give Ella a kiss for you.

All my Love, always

Susan X