13-10-10

Andrea,

Perhaps...perhaps I do not want you to be my biggest disappointment.

I do not know what I can give you; and I have doubts, as you know. But for you, Andrea...for you, I would try anything, I think. Perhaps that is what scares me most of all.

Admit this to anyone and I will deny all knowledge. I know I do not have to tell you this, but a lifetime of habit and disappointment is hard to change in a single letter. It is one of the many things that those close to me have had to contend with, and as history proves, they haven't dealt with it well. I want to hope, Andrea, but I do not want to place my faith in fantasy. It crumbles, in the end.

That said...dinner? Your pleasure. By all means try to prove me wrong. Contrary to the widespread belief that I do not indulge in fruitless argument, I do love a good debate, even if I am, naturally, always right.

My schedule is free Friday.

Miranda.