Dear George Emerson,

You are such a MAN. I can’t even explain the utter love I have for you. Every time I get to spend time with you I fall in love with you all over again and even harder than the first time. Your cynicism and sarcasm, and romanticism just…I can’t even explain.

You are like the epitome of perfection. You’re not afraid to stand up for what you want and believe in, no matter the boldness you have to exert. You have such a faith in fate and what is supposed to happen will--and I admire that so much! I believe the same thing too, but I have a hard time being patient enough and waiting for that to come. Or I worry that maybe I’m wrong and fate has a hand in nothing. But--your story, of you and Lucy--clearly proves me wrong. The way you kissed her after Cecil read the passage of that book about your and Lucy’s first kiss…there’s no better way to describe it then just MAN. You’re a total man.

I can’t even explain how you’ve had me weak in the knees just about things you’ve said or done. It’s really not healthy how much I love you. It’s not. I know you fought hard for Lucy and you’re not going to let go of her for some silly girl like me.. But still! I just can’t help but hope and wish. I’m like a bad Taylor Swift song when it comes to you…knowing one day we’ll be together and it will end like a Taylor Swift song. But…life is not a Taylor Swift song, so I will have to put those ambitions behind me. She does make it sound fabulous though.

You have this way of making everything you do seem perfect. And you have this way of making everything silly or unimportant seem totally useless and dumb. I don’t know…you’re probably getting red in the cheeks reading this…but honesty is the best policy and I told I’m really honest. So I just have to get this off my chest. And I know that’s all it is. I don’t expect anything from or out of you. I just needed to get this out before I explode from your manliness.

Utterly Lovingly Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Ishmael Chambers,

There's something about you that I can't just forget. Maybe it's your arm, or your war story. Maybe it's the incredible way you love Hatsue. Or it could just be that you're a journalist, too.

I just wanted to tell you that I think you're an incredible man. I know we only spent a few short days together, but when we weren't together I was thinking about you--all the time. You think I'd be embarrassed to admit that...I'm not.

I think it's just the way you loved Hatsue...when you were young, all the way up to her being married to someone else. It takes something to be that in love with someone, I think. The commitment and determination you put into loving her...it's something else.

I understand what it must have been like being with a Japaneese girl and having to keep your love hidden--I mean, I can't understand, but I think I do a little. I think the fact that you guys put so much into each other and believed in each other the way you did at such a young age is what helped you hold on to her for so long...

I can't imagine how heartbroken you must have been when she was forced to leave or when you came back from the war to find her getting married. I can't even imagine the pain you must have felt... And to hold on to all that pain for so many years...how exhausting--I don't know how you did it...

I just thought I would let you know that I'm thinking of you and I can't wait to see you again.

Thinking of you,
NicholleLeeRobertson

Dear Clare Abshire-DeTamble

I admire the strength and patience you have. I mean, I can't imagine being with Henry was easy--when he was gone. I mean, I get aggravated when I can't see my boyfriend once a week, or when I'm away at school. But, what you had to go through...I can't imagine. I understand what you meant by saying you never had a choice. I mean, obviously you knew that Henry was your future. But, I mean, sometimes I think about my relationship and feel the same way. I mean he's not a time traveler and a Ouija board didn't spell his name out...but sometimes it's like your heart and mind and body make that choice for you without your brain even realizing it. And it's nothing to complain about, but it's just weird the way life--love works like that. I just want to commend you though for--handling the situation the way you did. I mean, you lived that way your entire life, so I guess it was kind of easy for you in a way. But to live every moment basically wondering if he was going to be there the next, and when he's gone worrying that he's okay and everything's okay. It mus'n't have been easy...but you did it with such...class. You, truly, are a remarkable woman. You are. I can't imagine being in your shoes and handling it any better than you. You have something everyone could learn a little more about love--patience, understanding, kindness. You really do inspire people--just to be better people, better lovers, mothers, and wives. You're great.

Decidedly yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Edward Cullen,

It's been some time since we spent time together. And I was right. Taking the break we did, it made our time together tonight much more enjoyable. Honestly.

I was driving home from our visit and I looked up and saw the most amazing image of the moon. I mean--amazing. I wish I could have taken a photo, but, ya know, I was driving and all. And just the way the moon looked--clouded and streaked over and almost the color of fire--it made me just want to turn back and find you again. Just stay with you--for a little while at least. I just wanted to turn back. I don't know, that's one of the only times I can really remember wanting to turn back and go to something else. That image of the moon, it was just you, I guess. If that makes any sense. ???

It's nights like tonight that I wonder why I ever decided to leave you in the first place. I guess if I wouldn't have then we never would have had this night. But, I don't know. Every time I'm with you I just feel...different. Better. Calmer. I can't explain it. I feel so weird admitting how close we are, but at the same time the connection we have is something that makes me feel so good. I never feel more emotion than I do when we're together. Maybe that's why I love being with you so much--you make me feel so alive. Which is kind of ironic if you think about it...you not being alive and all. Does that sound crazy? I know I am, so it's okay to say 'yes.'

I don't know. I guess you're that person that I can just always turn to and know that I'll figure out whatever I need to figure out when I'm in your presence. And i think that's why I had such a hard time parting with you so many years ago--you put things in perspective for me. Well, you don't, but you help me to put them into perspective.

Ponderingly yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Jane,

We spent some time apart for some time since I was in school. But, when I returned to see you were still so broken up about your man leaving, I can't help but feel so bad for you. I mean, I know how I felt when my boyfriend and I had to be separated because I was away at school, but he left willingly, and now you have to hear about how he's "with" someone else and has forgotten about you... Man. For me I don't know how I functioned, I missed him so much. But, you don't have to just miss him...you have to hear about him from every other direction and hear he's "fine" when you are clearly suffering. Yuck! Don't give up though! All good things come to those who wait. Plus, until YOU talk to him, you don't really know how he's feeling at all do you?!

Feeling You,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Ishmael Chambers,

I automatically liked you. For one, you're the editor at the newspaper. But, you were different. You have class with your profession. So many writers are pushy and pry, but you don't. You respect people and their feelings. Not saying that other writers don't do that, but not all do. And I respect you for that. We share the same profession--I like you.

You also have such an amazing heart. Falling in love and not loving anyone else, even if that means you're alone. Although I do believe you could have found someone else, it's incredible what you did. Committing to someone like that who didn't commit the way you did. Although, I think in a way she did. I think she loved you more than her husband she just couldn't stand up for herself--for you. Although it's sad, it happens. But you told her you'd love her forever and no one but her, and you do. And I think that's really respectable. I love hearing the stories of when you were kids. But, when I see her with her husband I just don't feel like she feels the way about him she did for you--she does for you. Because I believe she does still feel that way.
Anyways, I just wanted to write you and tell you what a good man I thought you were. See you soon.

Tellingly yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Ronnie,

You're quick to judge, and judgmental. Especially for someone who has the attitude you have... I think it was a good thing you spent the summer with your dad, it allowed you to re-evaluate your life... You needed to. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed spending time with you, you were just so whinny and your "the world is against me. Rawr, I hate everything" attitude was getting old. Guess what?! There are people in much worse positions than you...just so you know. You have a good life, you don't really have any reason to complain... I mean, I understand why you complain--everyone does. But still. Come on lady!!

But, I think you made great strides with your life and attitude. It's not always easy to see yourself and realize you need to change. And even though you may not have really noticed a need to change, you realized you could better yourself. And you did. And that's something you should be proud of. Your dad needed you, and you were there for him. And your brother. And in the end--your mother.

You're a good example for all the girls out there that were like you...people can change, they can be happier than they expect, even in the "worst" situations...

Optimistically yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.