[Filter: Fiona Glenanne*](*who is not actually here so effectively it's a private filter)I miss you. I wish I didn’t. It’d be so much easier if I could forget about you and move on with my new life here. I guess maybe you’d be happy to hear that I can’t. That was always what you wanted, wasn’t it? Proof that you were the most important person in my world? Proof that you mattered more than anything else?
But you didn't. My job almost always came first. You were right about that. Because it wasn’t just what I did, Fi. It was
who I was. How could I leave my entire identity behind?
Apparently I did, in the end. I haven’t lived through it yet, but I can see how it happened; I was already on my way there. I know you thought I'd lied when I told you I'd get out — but I meant it. Even if I wasn't quite ready. For your sake, I meant it.
Now I’m about as out as I can get, I’m still not sure I’m ready, and you’re not even here for it. It’s terrifying.
( But you want to know what the worst part is? )[Filter: Audrey Nathan]I wrote a letter to Fi today. Not that she'll get it, but -- it helped, I think.
Although if she ever shows up, she'll probably k