03-11-10

Dear Andrea,

Your seemingly smooth insertion into every aspect of my life would be abhorrent, if it weren't for the fact that it is...well...you. You do have your own...inimitable charm, shall we say?

I have had good assistants before, but since you, I cannot recall their names, only that their faces pale into insignificance when compared to yours. You could go down in the Runway hall of fame as a mythical character; I still hear people talk about you now, as if you had been somehow trained in the classical art of dragon taming.
Perhaps you have been. Or at the very least became a quick study; anticipating the dragons movements before she made them; dousing the fire before there was even smoke. This does not mean that you are an angel by any means, Andrea. But you...you are no monster, either.

I never found your dreams lacking; merely the child-like innocence that led you to believe they would be handed to you on a plate. Everyone should keep hold of their dreams, Andrea; even if they are sometimes wild, sometimes so shocking that you wonder if you shouldn't stay safely buried in the cocoon that you have already wrapped nicely around you.

Your interview made me realise that, with everything in my life I have always given at least 100 percent, but that now, with you, I am not even attempting an initial sketch. If I were prone to self-indulgent bouts of self-therapy, I would say that I have become those people that I despise; those who judge me without knowing anything about me. I have already written you out of my life, because I am The Dragon Lady; The Devil Incarnate; and I will end up hurting you. I have already written the outcome before having even allowed an introduction, based on previous events of my life and not on the fact that I am Miranda Priestly and I always see perfection through to the end.

You wear your heart on your sleeve, Andrea, and I am fearful for it. Why do you think that designers do not incorporate this notion into their designs? It would only get ruined. Anyway, I think that the best course of action to prevent your heart being damaged in this precarious position is to allow me to look after it. After all, you yourself stated in your interview that you do owe me rather a lot and it would be a shame to have had a hand in cultivating a talent like yours only for you to recklessly throw it away by hurting the thing that makes you so special. I realise that I have spent five years with you in my life and what would be the point of those five years, of acknowledging the feelings between us now and knowing that I have slowly been loosing my heart to you, if I were not to at least try to spend the rest of my life throwing myself into you completely?

I understand if this comes too late; if my blatant wallowing in bullshit has ruined our chance. Miranda Priestly may not accept less than perfection, but she is pinning her hope on the fact that Andrea Sachs is not so unyielding.

You may wonder at my language. It seems that even Caroline and Cassidy have gotten involved in making sure that there is no escape from you, and were quite...vocal...in their disapproval of my reactions thus far. They are currently on a school trip abroad, but when they return, should they speak to you first, which knowing them I am almost sure they will - I have no doubt that they will want to continue your presence in their lives, and regardless of what may or may not happen between us, I hope that you will be gentle with them - assure them that no, I did not 'freak'; their grammar and elocution needs work; and despite this, they are indeed grounded.

I hope that you are still of the mindset that one should always try, with anything in life. I live on hope, and in this instance, I may even pray for it, too. And should it pay off...well, I can offer you a meal cooked thoroughly with ingredients that have a monetary value to match their exquisiteness.

All my love,

Miranda.