Dear Barbra,

I’m sorry your cat died. That must have sucked. I loved my cats very much and was really sad when it was time to go. I’ve found books a good alternative to a feline friend. Sure they’re not soft and don’t purr in your arms…but they never leave you, they’re always there for you, and they’re willing to spend time together whenever YOU want and not just when they want a petting.

On another not, I’m afraid to say, but you’re a bit obsessive. You’re obsession of Sheba is just not health, Barbra. You need to learn to let go just a little bit and take a step back. I understand what it’s like to not really have anyone to talk to or spend time with…but you can’t get all crazy obsessive over people…that’s how you loose friends. And you should have learned this from Jennifer, but you didn’t…

Anyways, I just wanted to give you my two sense and condolences about your cat.

NOT Obsessively Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Dennis,

You’re a unique individual. And I know you’re young, but stay that way. Uniqueness is something you don’t come across everyday. We live in a society where everyone is worried about being just like the person sitting next to them. Girls in school are more concerned about putting their makeup on than listening to what a teacher has to say.

But you have a special gift. You’re yourself. And you’re bold. You’re a free spirit. And I don’t want you to loose that. It’s a rare quality to have in our society, but you’re special that way. I wish more people could be as much of an individual as you--a young boy, more willing to be himself than some fifty year old men.

I wish I could be as much of a free spirit as you are. It takes courage. But, of course you have David to help you keep your uniqueness and spirits up--me, I’m just on my own, but I like to think I’m doing okay, kind of a free spirit. David is good for you. He can encourage you to be your own person, and realize even if and when people say mean things that’s all it is--mean things. It’s not you. It’s them. I’m sure David knows that--I’m glad you found each other. You deserve each other.

Keep on keepin’ on little man. You’re doing great.

Flying Like a Free Bird With You,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Princess Buttercup,

I thought you were really dense when I first met you. But after I heard what you said to Westley when you declared your love to him I learned differently. It takes a pair to put your heart on your sleeve in the way you did, and I’ve got to respect you for that.

On another note. The fact that you continued loving him so much when he’d been gone/dead for so long is admirable. And look--it worked out in your benefit this time. Good things come to those who wait and you really proved that… Westley might be one of the few men out there that are just totally incredibly amazing and you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger. Good for you.

The prince, however, is just the biggest tool in the world--and you almost fell for it! Tisk tisk. You should have known better. Not like you could have done anything about it…it was either be with him or die… To be completely honest if I’d lost my true love I probably would have chose death… But, then again, if you can survive a broken heart of that stature you can survive everything right…? Maybe. But, hey, look at the bright side…you got to wear pretty dresses…which I’m SURE made you feel so much better… That was a joke if you didn’t catch on.

I’m glad you got your Westley back…he was right, nothing can stop true love. And, I’m glad to finally have it proven to me. Thanks for the lesson. ;-)

Truly Lovingly Yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

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.