Enclosed Letters to My Beloved
Time's a weird ting. Eh, but wha' do I know? Nothin', dat's what. Nothin'. I'se just anudder dumb blonde. S'not like I can help. We used ta be good friends; real buddies. Den, sumetin' 'appened. I dunno what, but sometin' did. Now, we'se not that good friends no more.
How'd da hell did dat happen! Guess it was meh, or you, or both a' us. Either way, we'se ain't never gonna be dat good of friends any more. You'se always hangin' round Pie an' dem. Every time I wanna say hellos, you never pay attention t' me. Da best a' friends, you once said. Heh, well, dat's not da case no more.
Specs, as much as it hoirts me t' say dis, you've become a real jerk lately. I'se nevah called you a jerk before. No one has. But since you'se changed, I've changed to. I ain't da scared, little Dutch boy no more. Dat's in me past now.
Time for you ta wake up, old buddy. Me an' Itey, we was talkin' 'bout you a few days ago. An' lemme tell you, it wasn't good talk neither.
"He's a idiot." Itey said, as we watched you fawn ovah Pie Eateh.
"Yeh, I'se know. Turned into a real Jerk." I told him. He agreed.
"'E wasn't always like dat. I remembeh when 'e was always worred 'bout his friends instead of gettin' attention."
"Some peoples change."
"Yeh? Well we'se too old ta change now."
Itey was right. We are too old ta change. But dat don' mean you gotta act like a jerk. Still, I'se can't hate you'se for dat. I could never hate you'se. Cuz I still love ya, Specs. And if yer head weren't too far up your ass, you'd a' known dat by now.
Y'know, Pie don' love you'se. He loves Bumlets; told me so 'imslef. I tired ta tell you'se but you didn't listen. You never listen, to anyone no more. Specs, you once told me dat obsession is a very powerful ting. Well, we'se both gotten too obsessed fer our own good. Not even Race is dat obsessed, and look who 'e has for a lover. Well, Specs, if ya evah read dis letter, it means I've left Manhattan. Goodbye, Specs, my love.
Dutchy.
A/N: R&R. Thankx.