theatrical_muse #18: Fan Letter
Write a fan letter.
Colin -
No one gets the cardio guy. It’s a rule among medical students. It’s one thing to hit the radiologist, to tap the phlebotomist. But, seriously? The cardio guy? No one hits cardio. The brain guy? Oh, he gets around. The guy in plastics? He’s a ho. But the cardio guy is different; he’s too good for that. And yeah, I got the cardio guy. I got him at Stanford and got him at Seattle Grace. Yeah. I scored big.
I never said yes to you. You proposed, but you were never sincere. I was your professional note-taker, eager to learn. And yeah, I stayed around for three years, but we never had that relationship - not the one I have with Burke. I loved the idea of you, being with the Marlow of the Marlow Transplant. And, believe me, if anyone was going to write you a fan letter, it would’ve been Burke. I left you at Stanford, but did I really get away? No, because Burke spoke of you all the time, never knowing, never needing to know.
I’m not fleeing from you. I’m not. But you represent a lot of things that I don’t want to go back to. I’m not with Burke because of what he can teach me. I love Burke. I love him. And I’m going to marry him. I’m going to work like hell to make this work and marry him and be his wife. Yes, I do think marriage is for the weak and undirected - especially when you asked me without meaning it, especially when it was something neither of us wanted. But, Burke is different. And it will make him happy. And I’ll be happy. We’ll be happy, because I have a person, and you can’t ruin that. You can’t.
So, the days of being your loyal fan? Those are gone. Everyone else here? They’ll do whatever they have to in order to hold your attention. They’re all fighting - everyone is out to get something. That’s where I’ve changed. I’m out to keep something, not get something. I don’t need your attention and I certainly don’t need you. While everyone else is talking about your ten-year plan and considering writing you letters of praise? Just remember, this is the letter you get from me instead. I’m not your fan anymore. All I am is a three-year fragment of your past.
-Cristina
P.S.
Don’t ever grab my ass again.
Colin -
No one gets the cardio guy. It’s a rule among medical students. It’s one thing to hit the radiologist, to tap the phlebotomist. But, seriously? The cardio guy? No one hits cardio. The brain guy? Oh, he gets around. The guy in plastics? He’s a ho. But the cardio guy is different; he’s too good for that. And yeah, I got the cardio guy. I got him at Stanford and got him at Seattle Grace. Yeah. I scored big.
I never said yes to you. You proposed, but you were never sincere. I was your professional note-taker, eager to learn. And yeah, I stayed around for three years, but we never had that relationship - not the one I have with Burke. I loved the idea of you, being with the Marlow of the Marlow Transplant. And, believe me, if anyone was going to write you a fan letter, it would’ve been Burke. I left you at Stanford, but did I really get away? No, because Burke spoke of you all the time, never knowing, never needing to know.
I’m not fleeing from you. I’m not. But you represent a lot of things that I don’t want to go back to. I’m not with Burke because of what he can teach me. I love Burke. I love him. And I’m going to marry him. I’m going to work like hell to make this work and marry him and be his wife. Yes, I do think marriage is for the weak and undirected - especially when you asked me without meaning it, especially when it was something neither of us wanted. But, Burke is different. And it will make him happy. And I’ll be happy. We’ll be happy, because I have a person, and you can’t ruin that. You can’t.
So, the days of being your loyal fan? Those are gone. Everyone else here? They’ll do whatever they have to in order to hold your attention. They’re all fighting - everyone is out to get something. That’s where I’ve changed. I’m out to keep something, not get something. I don’t need your attention and I certainly don’t need you. While everyone else is talking about your ten-year plan and considering writing you letters of praise? Just remember, this is the letter you get from me instead. I’m not your fan anymore. All I am is a three-year fragment of your past.
-Cristina
P.S.
Don’t ever grab my ass again.