October 15, 2009

My Dearest Rachel,

First off, Mrs. Havers is a nosy bitch. Never told you this, but I caught her going through our trash one morning when we first moved in. She's not as saintly as she presents herself to be and the bitch is always in someone's damn business. Two, I don't have any kind of influence over you, Miss 'I am my own woman'. Obviously you were tired of acting like you didn't want to 'show your lack of vocabulary' when people pissed you off, so you started acting out. Don't lay the blame on me, babe.

Anyway, I'm glad you met with Quinn. Since you moved to Arizona, all you've done is focused on is work and decorating the house. I want you to be happy, even if the Arizona base is nothing like the Manhattan and Chicago penthouses you're used to. I'm grateful for you willingly moving with me, Rach, more than you understand. You could've let me and pursued your career, but you didn't. So many nights I wondered if I was being selfish by doing this to us, but I know that this is the right choice.

I remember you mentioning 'Promises, Promises' before I left and I wish you luck, but I'm pretty confident that you'll land whatever part you go for. You're a star, Rachel. Don't forget that or doubt yourself. You're much better than you give yourself credit for.

I'll see you in my dreams tonight, babe.

With all my love,
Noah Puckerman.