July 19, 2005
Sadie,
You should've told me. I didn't want to believe it was true. I actually planned on coming back to confront you, but I found your journal on the bed. I'm not one to pry, but I figured if you were already lying to me, what was the chance you'd tell me the truth? My best chance at figuring out what really went down in Florence was by reading your thoughts.
I've skimmed through your diary, Sadie. I've read anything I noticed was about Luca, even that letter he sent you, and… I don't even know what to say to you. I thought about everything I could say on my way back from the bistro, but the words are all gone.
I wanted to tell you I'd fight for you because I love you. But now I can't trust you. I can't even face you.
I was ready to give you my heart, Sadie.
But from what you wrote about Luca, I think it's pretty obvious how you feel. I'll be gone by the time you read this, so I hope you enjoy Italy. I'm sorry my words aren't as eloquent as his, but my mind's already pretty shot for the day. I set out to treat you to breakfast in bed, and ended up having some guy tell me more about my girlfriend than I was ever going to know.
I'll see you around.
Tommy