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.

Dear Seth Jones,

Seth Jones, I knew you were too good to be true. But, to be completely honest, I was really disappointed when I found out you had been leading us all on. I mean, I guess I understand. But, I was just really hoping you were as good as you led on to be. But, I guess all good things must come to an end, even people.

I mean, you knew everything. You knew exactly what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. You were always in the right place at the right time, and you always knew what to say. And, I guess that's why I liked you so much. It was a refreshing change. It was nice to see a classic hero right in front of me. It was nice to see the good guy go above and beyond, and exceed expectations, if that makes any sense. I guess is what I'm trying to say, is it was nice to see the good guy prosper instead of the bad guy.

But, then you turned out to be a fake. And, I must, admit, although slightly disappointed, I was never mad at you for it. I guess I knew your perfection would come to an end, like all good things do. But, I was really hoping it wouldn't have to. But, I guess one good thing; for once the good guy got the girl! I was happy you found your Mary in the end, even if it meant leading us all on for what seemed like an eternity.

It was nice getting to know Seth Jones, I wish some day I'll be able to get to know Eugene Morton.

Not fakily yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

Dear Eli,

Around this time of year (near summer) it makes me think of you and the summer we had together. I will never forget the fact that I got to spend time with you before anyone else, so awesome and I'll never forget that. But, when I think of you, I think of summer. And that makes me feel alive, and feel the sun on my face, and the fresh smell of grass and flowers. And it makes me miss you, and summer. And, I'm so excited summer's coming. I'm planning on spending a couple of days with you, so plan on that happening. Just a warning.

I had something I've been wanting to say to you for a few days, I've just been thinking about you, but now that I'm actually taking time to tell you I can't remember. I guess that's what I get for waiting, huh? Oh well, I'll probably think of it in the middle of the night--at least I know you'll be up to read this. ;-)

Anxiously yours,

NicholleLee Robertson.

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.