I ask myself, which error it to have probably committed would know? And I think again and again thereby of you. Even if she had also sex with another woman, exactly like you, had left from self compassion and wrong ideals. It could be quite such an error, of that she spoke. Then I would be that, this letter one got. How would I probably react to it? Well, admitted, You would not write such a letter, You would still want to protect me, old wounds to break would not want, perhaps would think, that you would not have now the right, to break in into my life in the kind. And even if you would ignore that, you would think, that your letter would be ridiculous, that you would sound ridiculous and exactly like it you would assume, that I would not understand you. In this point, Bette, you always underestimated me.

But the question has an authorization after so long time quite also. Of course I would understand you, and still, I am also ready for it, do I want to understand you at all? The answer is completely simple: Yes! Now, I admit, I have fear before it, Fear, because I do not know, as I would react emotional, and I think nevertheless, that I would be ripe now for it. Still a half year ago I would not have been it. Ups, Tina, who tries to deceive there? Thus well, yes, still before this evening I would not have been ready for it. I had the so vehement self lie, that I could lead a new life without you and wanted, keep upright so long, so much, that I did not see at all, as much you were still a part of its, are. Yes, I would listen to you, listen in order to understand, to understand, which goes in you forwards, in order to know, as you are, which you make now, where and as you live. Yes, LonelyHeart, I would want to know it and this realization am your services and but am very grateful I.

And if I could, Bette, I would write even you a letter, the beginning would make, The load from you remove. But I cannot do that. If I only knew where you are, Bette. I became so tired, not only this evening, separate tiredly for the search you All ways, which I could have gone, to me occurred, I went. And the unsuccessful the ways became, I became the more tired, until I had finally and finally given up. Thus I ran from then on only „drunk too much“ by the lives, saw, which I wanted to see, felt, which I was ready, to permit, lived, which was worth it, which I could do. It becomes time for me, to become sober, not into a new life to fall itself with another woman, that that can be done inclined has now the evening of yesterday finally proven, no, separate to live with my friends, our friends, in our house with you as a part of me.