[private tl;dr]
Dear Blossom,
I'm not sure why I chose you, of all my friends, to write to. I'm closer to Lauren. Spend more time with Dear William. Usually go to Maurice for advice. Can never get enough of hearing Cardinally's voice. Receive my training from Fatima. Turn to Phoebe when I want to be abused. And love Cordelia. Nevertheless, for some reason, I wanted to talk to you.
I think it might have something to do with the fact that you were the last person from the old gang that I saw before this whole Rowan thing happened. Not to sound completely backhanded, but you might have been too busy smegging that Lucien guy to notice, but I've grown up. A lot, actually. And I don't mean that the way Heather says it, claiming that I'm too old for childish things. I don't think you ever get too old for childish things. What I mean is that I've begun to see the world through the eyes of an adult. How terrifying is that? Well, in case you don't know, pretty damn terrifying.
A part of coming of age, I've noticed, is trying to reconcile the old you with the person that you're becoming. And I think that is where I've hit my impasse. I can't find any of the old me in the new me, and it's driving me into hermitage. You of all people, I think, would understand the dangers of becoming a crazy old hermit. I mean, seriously, I half expect to find myself playing the organ and biting people. And not in the good way.
So what's the problem? Faith. I've just...lost it. Well, no. That's so not true. It was taken from me.
How do I find it again?
Cherry
PS. Devorah, I trust you to keep this to yourself. Don't add yourself to the list of people.