DisclaimerKay so we have established I don't own Reba…BUT I WILL! You just wait.

N/A If my boyfriend ever left, this is so the letter I would want him to write. So in that case, this chapter is dedicated to my loving boyfriend John. I love you so much!

Chapter 2

Reba slept away the day like it was her last. She awoke at around 3 PM, and instantly noticed a note on the dresser.

Dear Reba,

I took the kids out for dinner because I noticed you were sleeping, and all that you heard yesterday, I didn't want you to be disturbed. If you get this letter before 5 PM then I should let you know that I picked up the kids after school, and if it is after 5 PM then at least you know they were taken care of. I hope I didn't put you through too much stress yesterday, and I apologize, I just had no where to go. Barbra Jean and I talked on the phone this morning, and she told me she came to you as well, shortly after I left. I'm sorry to get you involved the way I did. Thank you for listening Reba; it was always you're strong point. As much as I want to say I left her for you, and maybe a part of me did, I hope you know that this is nothing to do with you, its personal, my self and I we got some straightening out to do, and I'm gonna miss you like a child misses that blanket, but I gotta get a move on with my life, it's time to be a big boy now, and big boys don't cry. I'll drop the kids off after dinner, and then I'm leaving. I have no clue where to, but I'm off. I love you Reba Nell, I always have, remember that.

Dr. Brock Hart.

Reba almost fainted, Brock was leaving, what? She was so confused. Did he just say he still loved her then said he was going to leave? Reba felt the tears begin to fall from her face; she wasn't going to let him leave, not now, not again. The downstairs door shut and she new that the kids were home and Brock was going… she ran to the window and forced it open. "BROCK HART! GET YOU DANGNGED BUTT UP HERE!" She saw him turn, he heard her, and maybe it wasn't too late.

"Reba!?!" he yelled back to her, was she really yelling at him. No matter he dropped everything and ran upstairs, bypassing children who were struggling to untie shoes and put down bags. "Reba, what is it?! Are you okay?" Brock stopped in front of Reba, who was holding up the letter and crying.

"What is this Brock? Tell me because I don't really understand what you are saying." She dropped the letter to the ground and kept on crying, but now it was more like silent sobs. Brock walked over to her and pulled her into his embrace.

"Reba, what do you think it is?" he felt her sobs start to lighten into his chest. Reba had forgotten how muscular Brock was; she pulled up one hand and put it on his chest. Brock put one hand on the back of her hair. She looked into his smoky eyes.

"I don't know Brock, that why I asked you to explain."

Da Da Da Da
The smell of your skin lingers on me, now
You're probably on your flight back to your hometown
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
Be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry
The path that I'm walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I forsee the dark ahead if I stay
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
(Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry)
Like a little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and UNO cards
I'll be your best friend
And you'll be mine, valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'cause I wanna hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity yeah
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you

It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry
da da da da da da