Write a letter to anyone about anything.
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Dear Lianne,
I wish I cared less. I truly wished that I did. When you left, I asked you if you'd be back and you told me that you promised Veronica that you would be. I also asked if I should be waiting for you and you said that I shouldn't, but the thing is that I did. I waited despite everything that occurred in our marriage because I believed that we were a thing worth saving.
I don't know, maybe I was a fool for thinking it. Maybe I was the same bumbling local sheriff who was far more easily deceived by a way for a kind of revenge than finding the absolute truth, but I am absolutely sure that there was a time that you loved me - and for about two seconds, only me. Veronica doesn't even remember that time anymore, do you know that? She sees the shadow of her mother who just left her in the dust. Left us standing here and aching for more.
Yes, I was angry with Jake Kane. Yes, I felt beyond decieved when you told me in anger that Veronica might not be mine, but I didn't wane, did I? I stayed headstrong and, yes, I solved the case with help from our ever so brilliant daughter.
My daughter. Biologically and purely in spirit, she's mine.
If you were here, I know you'd be proud of her, but I'd just then have to wonder when you'd get bored of the pride. I'd have to wonder when this life wouldn't fit with yours anymore and you'd get an itch that none of us could scratch. I'm not sure you know how much I hate that thought. While I have this opportunity to write so openly to you without you ever needing to read the words, I'm going to express it all. All that I can possibly think of right now.
We're not perfect. I don't expect us to be and I never have, but some thing that's proven over and over again to me is the fact that I should expect the unexpected. Life is just going to keep pulling us in fun (I use the word sarcastically) new directions. I don't know where you are, Lianne, and I don't care much at the moment because I'm sure that our lives (yours, mine and Veronica's) are better without you. I wish you luck - where ever you are living it up with the fifty grand that was supposed to pay for your daughter's college and ours survival expenses - and I hope you're happy with the life you've created for yourself.
I love you, Lianne. I just don't want you anymore.
Still waiting,
Keith
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Muse: Keith Mars
Word Count: 453
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Dear Lianne,
I wish I cared less. I truly wished that I did. When you left, I asked you if you'd be back and you told me that you promised Veronica that you would be. I also asked if I should be waiting for you and you said that I shouldn't, but the thing is that I did. I waited despite everything that occurred in our marriage because I believed that we were a thing worth saving.
I don't know, maybe I was a fool for thinking it. Maybe I was the same bumbling local sheriff who was far more easily deceived by a way for a kind of revenge than finding the absolute truth, but I am absolutely sure that there was a time that you loved me - and for about two seconds, only me. Veronica doesn't even remember that time anymore, do you know that? She sees the shadow of her mother who just left her in the dust. Left us standing here and aching for more.
Yes, I was angry with Jake Kane. Yes, I felt beyond decieved when you told me in anger that Veronica might not be mine, but I didn't wane, did I? I stayed headstrong and, yes, I solved the case with help from our ever so brilliant daughter.
My daughter. Biologically and purely in spirit, she's mine.
If you were here, I know you'd be proud of her, but I'd just then have to wonder when you'd get bored of the pride. I'd have to wonder when this life wouldn't fit with yours anymore and you'd get an itch that none of us could scratch. I'm not sure you know how much I hate that thought. While I have this opportunity to write so openly to you without you ever needing to read the words, I'm going to express it all. All that I can possibly think of right now.
We're not perfect. I don't expect us to be and I never have, but some thing that's proven over and over again to me is the fact that I should expect the unexpected. Life is just going to keep pulling us in fun (I use the word sarcastically) new directions. I don't know where you are, Lianne, and I don't care much at the moment because I'm sure that our lives (yours, mine and Veronica's) are better without you. I wish you luck - where ever you are living it up with the fifty grand that was supposed to pay for your daughter's college and ours survival expenses - and I hope you're happy with the life you've created for yourself.
I love you, Lianne. I just don't want you anymore.
Still waiting,
Keith
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Muse: Keith Mars
Word Count: 453