Thursday, June 14, 2012

Harsh words

Dear Penelope,

You can have no idea how difficult it is for me to write these words, but we must accept that it is over between us: Swimming naked in the waters of  the old harbor, off the side your family's yacht;  The days at the races; nights at the opera; the long autumn afternoons watching Marx Brother's movies in the media room of your family's winter estate in The Hamptons; the countless visits I made to you at Betty Ford.  
Yes, I'll always cherish the times I imagined we spent together.


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