COMPLEX DRAFT 
Dearest Fran:
In our conversations about everything. There are no forbidden subject, but sometimes very I speak subtly of time, over time, of those things that happen to live in and we will not repeat anymore. Disgusts me the obvious gulf between us, but nobody is to blame ...
Today I decided to let you know all that already guessed and avoid me.
The best days of my life passed away. do not accept that we have a path and a different route. We had a friendship in which we share joys and sorrows together. By your side rediscovered the meaning of art, especially theater. Regained the taste of alcohol, desire, the will to live. A hat is seen more by the time I remember with you. I wear it burned into me, and Thanks to him, we had invented a story. I know that I am mistaken in doing so, it does me no good because it is a lie, but I get a breath of hope and encouragement to believe, to follow.
I dreamed a thousand times with you, with chance meetings and other premeditated. I tweaked and blurred each gave me kisses on the cheeks, dragging them to my lips. I've pulled from our common past as a resource to build a present and evoke a possible future: a joint clubhouse perhaps a tour, perhaps a shooting, a red carpet, a life full of media and popular recognition, success and fortune for both. Otherwise
me a long enough stealth experience. I better with that. I have not much, but I'd trade it all for you. Although I do not know if I can with all this! I have a bag ready in case some day ... For if you ever call me and gag me forcing me to accept a new destination for both, my greatest folly, my only desire.
magnet for me, you were always very independent. And that is why I would never have imagined so enamored find another and happy without it being about me. You never stop surprising me, in this case to my chagrin ... So forget that it is not me you go to bed every night and do not ever want to, and use my mind to feel your body. Halagaré I admire and even more than now. Chase you'll follow. Will cut each press release, keep each of your interviews. See you at the theater and film, and will shake me from my chair. Buy your movies and you'll go through each frame. Celebrate your winnings. You
coleccionaré.
Sometimes I have the feeling that attempt to conquer vain, that this is a losing battle.
is a pity not to choose which life to live.
Dearest Fran: 
