Title: Letters to You
Basic Idea: Ephram goes back to New York, and this is letter to Amy, a year later.
Disclaimer: Don't own Everwood or it's characters. Don't own the song. The song is "Letters to You" by Finch, one of my favorite bands. I do own myself, who I put in this story and the truth in the fact I'm pretty much in the same situation that Ephram is. No, I'm not breaking up Ephram and Amy. Never would do that now ;]

Can't you see that I wanna be there with open arms?
It's empty tonight and
I'm all alone
Get me through this one
Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to so far away?

I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so

I'm writing again these letters to you on much I know
But I'm not sleeping and you're not here
The thought stops my heart
Do you notice I'm gone?
Where do you run to so far away?

I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so

No more looking I've found home

I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so

I'm gone away
I'm gone away

Dear Amy,
Wow, it's been a whole year since I left that God forsaken town. I don't even want to say the name. I'm supposed to be happy right? I'm back where I want to be, surrounded by almost all of the people that I need in my life. But, I'm not happy. I left because I was miserable. I thought that by being away from there, I'd forget.

But I didn't forget, Amy, I could never forget. It's been a whole year since I've seen your beautiful face, but even a year later, when I close my eyes, it's still as clear as ever. You're picture is in a frame beside my bed. It's the last thing I see before I sleep and the first thing I see when I wake up. You're the only thing I ever see during these useless hours between sleep.

My friends back here say I've changed. They joke, and say, "Wow, Ephram, that town must have been pretty awful. You're all shook up." They don't know, Amy. It's not the town that shook me up, it was you. You changed my whole world around when I first met you. They don't know about you, Amy. It's not that I don't want to tell the world about this amazing and incredible woman that I met and fell in love with; I just could never find the perfect words to describe you to them.

I'm playing again, Ames. You'd be proud. It's what I do to help pass the spare time. I've written more songs about you in this past year than my entire lifetime writing about anything else. When I close my eyes, and feel my hands almost effortlessly move across the keys, I see you dancing across the room. Your moves just as effortless as mine. And as one, we make music. You'll always be my inspiration. If I play for no other reason, it will be for you.

But I must tell you Amy, I met a girl. She's a killer. She's short, barely above five feet, with brown hair and these baby blue eyes. She's smart, and she writes poetry. She helps me put words to the music I write. But, Amy, she hasn't replaced you. No one could ever replace you.

She's my closest friend out here, and the truth is, she's in the same situation I am. See, Amy, she's been in love with her best friend for years. We spend hours together just comparing stories. She'd do anything for him, just like I would for you. She's stood by his side through his every girlfriend, every time he fell in love with someone else, and his every heartbreak. She's felt his pain more than he has and spends every night crying herself to sleep because she loves him so much. Just like I have with you. Just like I would for you if I was still out there with you.

Being away from that place hasn't helped me forget or move on. In fact, I think coming out here and meeting her, has just strengthened and reaffirmed my love for you, Amy. I smell you everywhere. I see you everywhere. You're all around me, surrounding me, swallowing me and your essence here carries mine back to that place with it. I thought my heart was still in New York all that time I was there, but somewhere in-between leaving and coming back, my heart uprooted and moved out there without letting me know. So, I'm left 2000 miles away from my heart and the most beautiful woman in the world … you.

So coming back to New York has made me even more miserable, Amy. Why don't I go back? That would be the logical answer to this agony, right? I don't come back because seeing you and your love for Colin would kill me even more. (How is he doing anyway?) So, I've chosen to live in my agony, alone, and everyday praying that my dreams of you will suffice, and knowing that they won't. Because, Amy, if you remember that in the beginning of this letter I mentioned I was surrounded by almost everyone I needed in life? Did you see I said almost? That's because the only person I truly need in my life is you.

I love you, Amy Abbott. I hope someday, you'll truly know how much I do. Until we meet again.

Love always,
Ephram