Disclaimer: Blah, Blah, Blah. This one was REALLY hard to write. I hope it turned out like I wanted to.
Dear Jude,
I know this isn't what you want to hear, but I can't tell you why I left. Not yet. I will, however, tell you where I am. I'm in Montana, and I will be for a while. But, Jude, I swear to you, I will be back. I will be back to produce your next album, because I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be. I will come back to you.
I can't even think of what I've done to you, because I can't face my own guilt. I couldn't say goodbye to you, because it was just too hard. I know that's not fair, and I don't expect you to sympathize. I couldn't, Jude, because I love you. I hope that when you see that, you'll understand how damn hard it was for me to leave.
I know you're angry, and I know you're broken. What you don't know is that I am too. I'm not me without you, Jude. I miss you, so much. When I got your letter, you wouldn't believe how elated I was. I'm waiting, too. I've been waiting. I will wait forever, if I need to.
I would understand if you never spoke to me again. I wouldn't blame you. After all I've put you through, Jude, I don't deserve you. But I want you, so much. I'm so sorry, Jude. I promise, I'll be back. And I'll tell you everything.
Tommy
