The Bombshell Letters
Ivy,
Well, I'm not sure what I should say... They said it'd help, writing this, but what are you supposed to say to a person who loathed you at least eighty percent of the time? I can't say sorry, although I am and I can't say I won't miss you because I will.
I suppose that's the most appropriate thing to say, that I'll miss you. It's fairly neutral anyway. But, if I'm honest, it's more than that. There's a lot to say; that's what the letter's for.
I liked you. I still do. And not just as a friend. I guess that gets my point across.
Every time I saw you, it would hit me how breathtakingly beautiful you are.
I would visit, if you asked, but I'm sure you wouldn't want me there. Not now that Bombshell was a success. I stole that from you and you have no idea how sorry I am. It breaks my heart to know that I played a part in what you did.
I think I will visit, just to see you again, even if you don't want me there. Is that selfish? Forcing you to endure me for my own purposes? It doesn't really matter anymore. I just wrote this to say sorry, so, sorry.
Karen.
Karen,
I guess you could visit, if you wanted, it might keep me from going insane in here.
I just want to get one thing straight, I never hated you. I was jealous, very jealous and that led to me despising everything you did. Not because you did it just because it would inevitably be better that anything I could do, I actually think, under different circumstances, we would have made a good team. Nevertheless, I didn't hate you, what I felt was far from hate, I liked you. I still do.
If things between Derek and I had been different I don't doubt that we would have got together in the end, even if it was due to Sam's nosing around.
I've changed my mind, don't visit. It would hurt too much. I couldn't stand to see you, so successful and me, just a plain tired Broadway chorus girl, like so many others. Or do visit, there's nothing I can do about it.
I guess that's it.
See you round, Iowa.
Ivy.