Dear Love,
Hey, it's Jude. I'm just checking in, giving you an update. I'm still searching for you, though your friends loneliness, hopelessness, and exhaustion are kicking my ass. Maybe you could speak to them about it, if not I understand...they are your friends after all.
I still don't understand why you hide yourself from me. I'd be such a willing and deserving vessel for such a precious commodity. Haven't I given all of myself every time you've fooled me into believing I found you? I think I've passed every test you've thrown at me. The tenderness, attentiveness, and patients I've shown...
Well I suppose you have your reasons. I hope you change your mind. If you do, I promise to be worth the decision. I think you know that already though. I'm going on a little vacation this weekend...maybe you'd like to join me? Meet me at the bus station downtown. I'll be the one with the internal bleeding and the incorrigibly hopeful smile, you be the surgeon with good news.
Sincerely,
Jude
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