[Alexander M]
[She hasn't heard from him since he broke things off with her, isn't even sure if he's still around any longer or if he's still in Vegas. But writing helps her get some of her thoughts out, and it's better than talking to herself to clear her mind. So she locks the post, just in case, and lets it out.]
Dear Alexander,
I don't think you're even here, or if you are, you are being quiet. Maybe it's for the best that I haven't talked to you again, because I simply don't know what I would do if I saw you or heard your voice or even saw your words.
I'd be lying if I said that I didn't miss you, because even though you hurt me the way you did, I still miss the times when things were good. Because it was good at times, wasn't it? Happy? Even if it was just a game to you and you didn't believe anything you were saying or doing, I still did... and I enjoyed it. It's been a long time since a man has made me feel special like that, and even though I know I shouldn't need a guy in order to feel special... it helps.
I found a doctor here to go to, and I've an appointment tomorrow. Do you even think about that? I suppose it's up to me to make the decisions now, and I've been talking to some friends here in Gotham about it. I'm not sure if I'm ready to be a mother, so I'm thinking about adoption. Eddie told me he'd help me find a good family. Maybe even an open adoption, so I could watch the baby grow up. I don't want the baby to think I don't love them, because I do. But I don't know if I can do this, particularly on my own. Maybe that's what my mother was thinking when she gave me up so many years ago. She couldn't do it, and she wanted the best for me.
Wherever you are, I hope you're well. I'm still angry. I'm still hurt. And yes, I might hate you. But I hope you're well.