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Dearest Angie,
I love you so much. You and Dami are my best friends in the universe and I miss you more than anything. I’m so sorry for the letter I sent you and where it ultimately led you.
You were right about most things. I wasn’t being honest with myself about the letters, and I did write to you partly out of bitterness.
But you were wrong about why I was angry. I want you to have all the happiness that you deserve . . . I just want to be a part of it.
I don’t know when we stopped being as close as we were. But I know now that it is partly my fault, and I would really like that to change.
I think we can find our way back, if you can forgive me.
Love you lots,
Becky
P.S. Just a thought . . . Now you’re selling the house, do you need a new flatmate? One who has a lifetime of making things up to you to do? E.g., in cleaning and home baking?