Dear Karen,

When I met you, I knew, I would never have to listen to Rocket Man again. but I guess no one knows anything. I am again sitting with an empty bottle and listening to it. I guess that completes the loop. The strange part about us is we never say, yet we always say it. I have no clue why are we doing this pointless activity. I would never say it. It’s disrespectful. You, even if you want to, cannot. I just hope you realize this is for you. And it has always been you. All the twists and turns led me to you because you are the one.

The irony is everyone else knows it but no one would ever say.

Anyways not everything can be said. I wish words were so powerful but they aren’t.  There is also a language beyond words, I guess, I have communicated using that, enough. I just want you to know. It’s always good to know. But don’t tell anyone. Not even me.

And here’s what Hank asked me to tell you –

Dear Karen,
If you’re reading this, it means I actually worked up the courage to mail it, so good for me.
You don’t know me very well, but if you get me started I have a tendency to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. But this, this is the hardest thing I ever had to write.
There is no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the make it was a perfect storm, she said one thing, I said another and the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation. Now there’s this feeling in my gut that she might be the one.  She’s completely nuts in a way that makes me smile, highly neurotic, a great deal of maintenance required. She is you Karen.
That’s the good news. The bad news is that I don’t know how to be with you right now, and that scares the shit out of me. Because if I am not with you right now I have this feeling we’ll get lost out there. It’s a big bad world full or twist and turns and people have a way of blinking and missing the moment. The moment that could have changed everything.
I don’t know what’s going on with us and I can’t tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn you smell good, like home and you make excellent coffee that’s got to count for something, right? Call me!
Unfaithfully yours,
Hank Moody


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