Dear Diary
Rachel felt quite silly. A grown woman should not be writing in a diary, especially when addressed, not to the pages, but a real person. A man, to be precise.
This wasn't a love letter, she felt the need to say. For clarification. Yet, there was nobody here who needed to be aware of that fact other than herself. This letter would be the only one. Mainly because this notebook was for her work.
She wanted to write this because he was infuriating, driving her insane until she returned home almost thinking she had made a mistake in taking the position. But nobody made her question her work.
Edward Lawson was aggravating, troublesome, petulant, unwilling to work with others, smart, capable, good with the kids… He was… always on her mind.
Biting down on her bottom lip as she grabbed the nearest pen, Rachel couldn't stand the frustration that built as she thought about how inconvenient he was. For her, especially. She was happy to have a good working relationship with him, so why couldn't he think the same?
Noting the date, only a week since she had arrived there. Her memorable first day that was less than satisfactory.
17th November, 2007.
Hesitating, her pen was against the page, about to write what she wanted to say. Rachel questioned if that was such a good idea. It was only one letter, she reminded herself. Besides, he would never know.
Dear Eddie…
If someone asked what had possessed me to write this…
Yes, this is a nod to Dear Eddie. And yes, I know I need to get on with that story. It's been quite difficult with all my other work because it's all based on writing, so the last thing I want to do after work is write more... But I do want to finish it one day and I will. So hold for another 10 years and maybe we'll get there. This is my own little love letter to it.