Chapter 39
LISA: ON A TUESDAY
Present Day
New York City
DEAR JENNIE,
I met you on a Tuesday.
Became your best friend, then your lover, on a Tuesday.
And if I'm timing this right, you'll receive this letter on a Tuesday.
I'm going to do my best to keep this simple.
1.) I'm still in love with you. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met—inside and out, and the day I fell for you, I knew no one else would ever stand a chance. Seven years later, this still holds true.
2.) I miss you and I have missed you. During my first season, when I won the Offensive Rookie of the Year Award (Was there ever any doubt I would win this?) I wanted nothing more than to look out into the crowd and see you standing there. During my second season, when I won The Most Valuable Player Award for the regular season, I wished that you were sitting next to me at the ceremony. Not Seulgi, not Rosé, not my teammates. You. (For brevity purposes, and since you haven't been watching me on the field: you should know that I've won an award every single season. (Because yes, I'm that good :-)) And every single time I felt as if someone was missing from the moment.)
3.) I want to be with you. Period. I haven't had a good night's sleep since I saw you in Pittsburgh, haven't been able to get through a single day without wondering what you're up to, and I don't want to go another day without having you by my side again.
If you feel the same and if you think what we had in the past is worth a second chance, please write me back and let me know.
I'll wish you well and I'll still love you no matter what you choose.
Lisa
PS—Is the name of your café art gallery ("All is A") an anagram for my name or is that a coincidence?
PSS—I wanted to call you and say all of this over the phone, but I forgot to ask for your current phone number. (What's the wait time on getting that from you these days? :) )