Dear Cassie,

   I sit here and I can't stop my thoughts or tears. Funny, I used to pride myself in not crying, but here I am, doing it almost uncontrollably.
   It feels as if, my heart has been ripped open. Quite odd, since I know it's been iced over for a long time now. I can feel the icy water dripping into my soul, where my heart is lying and melting in the harsh openness.
   I always stated that no one could reach my heart or get into it. But I seemed to have been wrong. You got in, you did your lil' dance, and now here it is, lying bleeding and dying before me.
   Melting ice and blood, mixing together is a beautiful sight. Bet you never saw it before. I haven't, not since before now.
   Crazy how things change. So quickly, so … largely. But I guess it has been a long time. Close to three years. A lot can happen in that time I suppose. You've changed, drastically. And I guess I have too. An overnight success can do that to a person, and you… just grew up. But I didn't think that I had I changed so much.
   These tears that I'm crying are not only in sorrow though. Anger, frustration, bitterness, and even redundancy.
   Anger and frustration, knowing how things are, and that I can't change it. That I can't make it right, or better, or just take all of this away. Bitterness, I knew something was going to happen, and I couldn't stop it. Couldn't stop time and warn everyone. Redundancy, I thought we were going to grow up, get married, have children… *wry laugh* my head seems to love playing tricks on me, huh?
   But I hurt a lot. I never knew a friend could hurt me so much… you didn't trust me. Out of all the things that have happened to us and between us… you didn't trust me. You didn't wait.
   Instead, you hooked up with Chris Hughes and are now having his child instead of mine. Damnit! You were supposed to have my child, not his! Mine! I'm the one who loved you, who stood by you when your father had his stroke, when your mother ran off, when your brother got caught stealing cars, I was the one who took you down to the station, gave you the money for bail….
   I just wish you would have waited for me, that's all. All in all, this will be the last time you hear from me. I cannot be with someone nor be friends with someone who could hurt me this bad.
   I am giving you the engagement ring I bought so long ago with this letter, it doesn't seem right to give it to someone else; I always imagined it on your finger anyway. I wish you much luck and happiness with your future, for I doubt if I will have any now.

Love Always,
Taylor