Disclaimer: Don't own anything except the concept of the storyline but must thank the Magical song by Ray LaMontagne for the inspiration to the words of the letter.
6/22/13
Brittany
I saw a show two months ago in the city because I needed a break from everything. I guess that's what has me writing you this letter B. I wanted to call you but to be honest I am petrified to know the answers to my questions. I heard a song that made me stop in my tracks; all my thoughts went straight to you. I remember just wanting to hold you and kiss you until you felt…. My love? My pain? My desire? My fear? My Soul? I miss you Britt but our love was never smooth sailing and I thought back to all the hurt we caused our hearts. Maybe you were right to send me away because all the achiness in me has me feeling hollow these days. Truth is I left to find myself but part of it was me running away from the pain of not having all of you. I keep thinking I should have fought harder but then I think maybe it's too late for that. You had moved on B and found someone else to fill….. Your time? Your heart? Your bed? Your love? Your future? I am sorry if I make you sad Britt but I need to be honest with you. After the show I had a couple beers with the musician whose song made me feel again. We chatted about how confusing life could be, how beautiful, brief and insignificant we are. I told him about how his music help soothe my lonely soul and how I would like to accomplish that with my music. The rest is a bit of a blur but I sang him one of my songs and now I find myself touring with him. I decided to escape into my music Britt because it's the only place I can find peace. I needed to remember how I was before all the sorrow. Now you know why I haven't answered your late night calls B. I had to break the cycle of pondering if you are still in love with me like the way you use to be or if our love was changing. But most of all I couldn't understand my life anymore Britt. Are we strangers now B? If so please know I will always be the stranger whose love deepens over time, like the river that is winding through the Canyon, The stranger who can feel your hand in mine, though were living separate lives in separate places, The stranger who hasn't forgotten our struggles. I am the stranger who is choosing to grow into someone you can be proud to meet again someday.
P.S Please know my Love for you is never a question I will be afraid to answer and if you ever worry about me just ask Quin. Te Amo B.
SANTANA LOPEZ
(Somewhere in Canada)
