Dear Eliza,

I just want to commend you for what you did to save your son. To have your husband ripped away from you, then find out your son was to be sent away. You did what you had to do to save your family. And as far as I can tell right now, you have. You saved your son, you found your husband (or he found you rather), and your in a home of good people. Sometimes the scariest, boldest, most risky things for us to do are the most rewarding. And as of right now, it seems like you're an example of that.

I wish I had half the courage you had when you took your son from a loving home to save him, to stay together. To have courage like that...I can't even imagine what I would be ambitious enough to do.... Go after my dreams, maybe. But, that even, is not as bold as what you've done.

I look forward to spending more time with you, maybe some of that courage will rub off on me! :-) Really, though, your story is inspiring. It truly is. Maybe I'll make you rub off on me. I'm not sure how yet, but I may find a way. Professor Eberle was talking about being courageous today in Brit Romantic Lit and doing what you're scared to do, maybe that's a sign or something. He was telling us to do it, you're doing it. Maybe I will, too. I'm going to start writing my book again, tomorrow. ;-) hehe. Kidding. Sort of.

Courageously Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Mrs. Fletcher,

It must be so hard knowing that your husband is utterly in love with someone else. Knowing that he will never love you to the capacity he loved someone else. I can't even imagine. And now, you have to take her kids into your home. The kids of the woman who holds your husbands heart. How does that feel?--Pretty crummy I would assume. Just knowing something like that must kill you inside. That you, everything you have with him, your children is because he couldn't be with the woman he truly loved (loves?). I know this probably sounds harsh...I actually do feel really bad for you. I couldn't even imagine what that must be like. And now you have those kids in your home as a constant reminder of what he wants. At least you know one thing, he wont ever have it...her...being dead now and all. I'm sorry, this is coming out all wrong. I am sorry. I can't imagine what it must feel like to love someone who doesn't truly love you back. I mean I'm sure he loves you, as I can imagine that he would learn to love after all the years of his marriage, but to know that he's with you because he cant be with her. That must be hard. But, you've dealt with it for how many years now. I'm sure it's a hole in your heart healed now. Maybe? Or maybe it gets bigger every day? -- It could go either way, I would think. Do you regret marrying someone who loves someone else more than you? But, just remember, it's not those kids fault he loved her. Don't take it out on them... You seem like a pretty reasonable lady, I'm sure you wont...but I am just at the beginning of your story, so you may....who knows.

Regrettably yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Mademoiselle La Rue,

I don't know yet whether I blame you for the death of my dear friend Charlotte Temple. I don't know if I can blame you for it as much as I can say you had a major hand in it. But, I guess if I blame you I would have to blame Montraville as well. And I don't really blame him. I guess if I had to blame someone or something (which it seems I do or else I would not be writing this) I blame Charlotte. I just realized that....She went crazy. I mean though, who wouldn't? Who wouldn't go crazy in that house all alone? Who wouldn't go crazy when they came to America and left EVERYTHING behind for a boy and he left her for someone he didn't think he could marry...yet did? Who wouldn't go crazy when they showed up on their friends doorstep begging for help and she turned them away (where you come in)? So. See? There were so many factors, but you, you are one of them. And I wish we could take them all back so we could still have her with us today. But, we can't. So we may as well not even think of it.

Charlotte's life was pretty shocking, huh... I mean, I knew when I was reading the biography of her life what was going to happen, but I think I'm just surprised at the way things happened. Like...I still haven't gotten over the fact that she passed out in your home and had a baby not long after....I hadn't a clue she was even pregnant. Unless I totally missed something...which I may have...

I don't know La Rue...I guess I was just writing you to work through my feelings on the situation...and now that I have I think I can sleep...Now that I've kind of dissected my feelings on Charlotte's life.

Don't even get me started on Montraville though...


Dissectingly yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Charlotte Temple,

I am SO EXCITED to be spending so much time with you this week!!
I think we will become great friends. I look forward to all the time we can spend together in the future, as well.
I really enjoyed getting to know you this afternoon, and miss you already. But...I can't abandon all my other friends, as much as I would like to just so we could spend more time together.

Missing youly yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Marcus,

So. I'm always thinking of new ways for my boyfriend to propose to me. Don't ask me why, they just pop into my head. And they're REALLY good, too. Like, I should just make a career out of planning proposals, even though that would take everything out of the proposal seeing as how he is supposed to come up with it on his own and what not.
Anyways, I digress. So. I'm always thinking of INCREDIBLE ways for my boyfriend to propose to me (I was waiting for you, but I've accepted you're not coming for me).

HERE THEY ARE.
OPTION 1: Buy me all the Lemony Snicket books and give them to me one by one. Once I get to the last one include a ring with it.
***This one can't happen. He already bought the boxed set for me. There was no ring.***



OPTION 2: Take me to a Harry Connick Jr. concert (my favorite EVER) and propose during the show/on stage if allowable (which I know for a fact Harry does allow, he said so on Ellen).
***Doubtful this will happen. He does not share my love for Harry.***

OPTION 3: I LOVE JOHN CUSACK. Our favorite "together" movie is Say Anything. So he could set up a John Cusack movie night (nothing out of the ordinary) and watch all our favorite movies and save the best for last. Once it gets to the boom box scene, BAM! pull out a ring.
***Pretty perfect, I think! Except his brothers wedding song was 'In Your Eyes' so I don't know how that would work.***

OPTION 4: And this is where you come in. You have a shirt that says "You. Yes, you." talking about how you like Jessica. Yes, we know this. Anyways so he could get me all the Jessica Darling books and in the book/scene where that whole thing takes place he could tape a ring on a string and hang it in there (bookmark) and circle "You. Yes, You." and then I would open the book up to that page (obviously) and BAM! there it would be.
***I find this one to be pretty perfect. Only problem, he has no idea about that part of the book.***

And, of course, the other problem would be that I thought of these, therefore he wont use them because I thought of them. I don't know why I do that to myself. I don't do it, they just creep up in my head when I'm not thinking about anything. Gosh.

Anyways, so that's how I want to incorporate you into my wedding proposal.... hehehe. I think it would be prefect! Either that or the John Cusack movie night....either way, I dream! And wait.

Thinkingly and Waitingly Yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Wieland,

I'm not very far into your story yet. But, I just heard that you heard voices. You thought you heard/saw your wife.
I just want to say, that happens to me often as well. I am always thinking I see or smell my boyfriend. Then I kind of freak out. Then I remember that he's in Howell and I'm in class at school, in Grand Rapids and there is no way he is here. Especially in one of my English classes.
There was this one time when I thought I saw him outside of my classroom and I double looked, then I "went to the bathroom" to see if it was him surprise visiting me. It was not. It was just some boy who was trying to be cool, but was not pulling it off. At all.
And sometimes, I think I hear him in the halls talking to people while I'm walking by. But it's not.
So, I'm just saying, at this moment, I don't find you so strange. Because, it happens to me all the time. We're just freaks I guess.
But, with me, at least there's someone there who I'm mistaking with. I think I'm just so anxious to see him all the time that I try to find little bits of him in everyone else. What's your excuse? The same?--It might give you some brownie points with the wife... ;-)

Freakishly Seeing People-ly Yours,
NicholleLee Robertson.

Haven't been around. Be back soon...

I haven't been writing lately. I've been on winter break from school and started a new internship, so I took a little break from the blog while I was away. But, I'll be back soon! And honestly, I've not even finished one book over this 3 week break. I know disgusting, right?!

So, I'll start writing again very soon!

NicholleLee Robertson.