Set (Present Day)


“Dear Bette,

I’m happy to see our friendship is still deep enough for you to reach out to me. I know how hard these last couple of months have been on you and that’s why I’ve decided to come out to Georgia and see you. By the time you get this I’ll probably be in town already waiting for your phone call, you know where I’ll be.


Life without talking to you has been crazy. I miss our long talks about nothing and everything. I miss the way the sunlight would dance with your hair. I can only close my eyes now and see your smile beaming at me. It seems like only yesterday I was holding you telling you my fears. And you were always there to lull them away. I even miss you waking me up early, EARLY in the morning to watch the sunrise with you. You telling me the meaning of each sunrise, as it meant something different to you each day. Those were beautiful days Bette, what happened to us? 



*****, I don’t want to make this letter about blame and the shame of who said what to who. I really want to leave you with this, this is a poem by my favorite writer. Everytime this poem dances in my head my only thought is of you.

“I am yours, solely, purely, and distinctly yours. The need for your touch has left a burn in me so deep only time can find the light. I know not when our eyes will meet again. Or when our hearts will dance together. But I know I don’t want to find myself gliding through life without you, wandering shapelessly without you. Craving to be discovered once again by you. I     am      lost. Waiting to be found.”



I know its a little sappy, right? But I can’t help it, I fell in love with a Southern Girl who brings that out of me. That’s what I miss about you Bette, you always allowed me to be myself. And I love you even more  for that. Sitting here thinking about you, the letters you wrote from Cuba, and the time we spent together when you got back makes me think differently about life. I just know that I want it to involve you somewhere. Well before this letter drags on and I begin to write about nothing, as usual, i’m just going to leave with this, JULY 21st. Think about it.





                                       4eva-n-Always-
                                                  Your Tina.”





“Oh Tina.” Bette faintly whispered as she lowered the letter on the table. She still couldn’t believe that she sent that letter but, apparently it had done the trick. Bette’s mind was racing as she went to bed thinking about what her first words would to the first woman she ever loved.




TBC………………………………………..