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Sometimes it lasts in love but 99.999% of the time it hurts instead: Bel/Freddie

“So I got your letter. San Francisco - amazing. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to write back. There are life’s natural heroes and then there’s you. Your words. You always believed somewhere deep in you that there is a coward. I wish I’d told you that that’s not true, because you leapt while I stayed, feet first into the unknown. Why should I have expected anything less than fearlessness from you? But I am not as brave as you. I want to write and say I’ll be there, I’ll get on a plane, I’ll come right now, I really do. But I can’t. Not because I don’t love you. I love you, Freddie Lyon. But because you won’t even get this letter, because I won’t ever send it. I’m the coward, Freddie. Not you. So instead I’m sending this prayer out there just hoping somehow that you will know to come home. Just please come home, now. Soon. And maybe your courage will make me brave, too. Just come home, and I will leap, too.”