At the office, Misty picked up a pen and started to write, "Dear Colleen, I would like to say," Misty paused in her writing and crossed off the words. It felt too polite, too distant. She didn't want to give the wrong impression. She started again.
"Dear Colleen, I am sorry for," Sorry for what? There 're too many things to be sorry for. Sorry for being too stupid, Sorry for being too stubborn, Sorry for not grabbing the chance. There were so many things she could be sorry for, but the apology tangled like vines and Misty wasn't sure how to express her sincerity.
"Dear Colleen, How 's your life in Japan? It must be great to return home and..." What if Colleen decided to never return? Fear grabbed Misty and she forced herself to calm down. That was one of the reason she was writing the letter. Colleen had a right to know what she felt about her.
Misty played with the pen, raised her head and saw Colleen's computer. Maybe she should type it and sent an email to Colleen. It would be more efficient. But Misty still liked to think that hand writing was more personal. It was more suited for business of heart. Colleen would laugh at her for being so sentimental, Misty thought fondly, but she wasn't here and her opinion couldn't count now.
Finally Misty put down the pen. Perhaps she should try later. Colleen deserved the best, Misty thought.