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Another hard one. I wouldn't blame you if you all hated me. This is Tommy's letter. The next few pairings will be in order, the only ones in the box that are. There will be a recovery, but it's gonna be slow…
Dear Jude,
There are no words to explain how sorry I am. I don't know how I did it. I love you, more than anything, but how could I still hurt you? I don't know what I was thinking. The past few years have been anything but a game to me.
I know you, Jude, and I know you'll never be happy until I tell you all I remember. It was our last night in L.A., and I met up with Chaz for a drink. We went to one of the hottest night clubs, and I drank too much. Chaz started flirting with some girls, and encouraged me to do the same.
The girl who I flirted with was blonde and slender. She reminded me of you, a bit, which is maybe why I went after her. We had some drinks, and one thing led to another, and we wound up in her room. I was so drunk, Jude. I know that's not an excuse, but I was.
There was a moment, longer than I moment, when I knew I shouldn't do it. I knew that this would cause you pain, but I still did it. I don't know. I can't even imagine what I've done to you. I keep hurting you, Jude.
I love you. I know you have no reason to believe me, but I do. I love you so much, and I always have. I don't expect you to take me back, you don't have a reason to. Just know how sorry I am. I'm hurting too. Not as much as you, I know, but I am. I love you.
Tommy
