Dear Jane, Honestly, I didn’t want to write this letter at all. You have to admit, it is better to write one and forget, than to make out what you are trying to say in your hysterical and highly irritating voice. I have to constantly put up with you when I'm at home. Yes, I really do suffer you, because it is impossible to live peacefully in your sugary ideal world, where everyone loves each other and constantly tries to make any conversation cursedly sweet. I’m begging you, don’t imagine yourself to be a martyr who loved with all her heart, but a real piece of bad luck, her prince turned out to be a hellkite. Broke the poor thing's heart. Who would have thought?! A classic story will never go out of style. I think you would have liked this part. I understand, yes, you enjoy pretending that everything is ok and that we are a great couple. That's just the lie you tell yourself. But the truth is, I don't care. At all. You can make up any stories, you can say anything to others. Don’t bust my balls, Jane. I hope this is the last such conversation. Do not try my patience. If you want a beautiful picture in everyone else’s heads - play by my rules. Is it clear? You want to stay alone, don’t you? Of course, I am sure that the part of the poor thing is even better than the one of a happy little dolly-bird. Are you desperate, maybe you want a scandal? Dare! Just think about your grandmother for a second. I'll be back when I want and don't call me anymore. Tell everyone that everything is fine with me and that we are getting married soon. Well, you know, right? If you do not want to spoil anything - do not bore me. Find at last how to fill your life with something except stupid feelings. P.S. You have no idea, how you’ve made me mad. Best regards, John.
