Dear Jane, May 19, 2011
Frankie and I broke up last night. I threw a bottle of wine at him as he left my house. I couldn't believe that things he was saying about you. I knew we were going to break up but I never expected it was going to be so… volatile. I couldn't just let him drag your name through the mud, so I stood up for you and Jane you would have knocked him out at some of the things he said to me. Though the more a repeat what he said to me, the more I can't help but wonder how right he may be. I wouldn't go as far as say his very rude phrasing of making love with you, but he is right about it. I do wish it was you I was sleeping with. Though that makes me wonder, why did I choose going out with him and not you because clearly it is you I am attracted to, not him. Was it… was it that I thought I could make him into you if I pushed hard enough? Was it that I wasn't strong enough to acknowledge that I love you and not him? I think I picked him because he was similar enough to you that if I focused hard enough, in my mind I could make him you. I have to fix this, Jane I need you to come back, I need to set this while things straight.
Yours Always
Maura Isles