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My dearest Jenny, I apolgize for putting this to you by e-mail but it is unlikely we will look into each others eyes or discuss this by phone. I already believe my name means nothing to you but I have always been there for you. It seems almost as though it has been forever. I remember you swimming without clothes at a time when our hormones were raging. Certainly mine were. It seems like yesterday although we both know it was several decades ago. And yet you always seemed a perfect lady. Of course you were always my lady and perhaps the spirits will someday make you one in others eyes. Do you remember London? "Werewolves Of London" was a popular song there but I could never understand why. But the music didn't matter as long as I could see you. The occasional glimpse I got between shower and bed showed you were no longer the teenager in the cold water but an intelligent, beautiful and caring young woman. Several decades passed with some successes in our respective careers but that never changed my view of you. Every time I caught a glimpse of your photo on my desktop or on the wall at home, I felt so happy. Bliss upon bliss when we were married. I am sure we both prayed to our respective gods that it would survive. It is difficult to remind myself of your intelligence and beauty without feeling like the cad that I am. You were one of the best influences in my life but I must painfully tell you that I have found another. I beg that you will believe me when I say it is through no flaw with you or even us. I am afraid it is in me. This has been on my mind every day and while sleeping. Only you will know whose pain is greater for this breakup. Mine will last forever. To some of my friends and perhaps to you, it may seem like the traditional 'middle aged crazy' syndrome to which so many men fall victim. A younger woman to offset the feeling of impending old age or whatever it is really plays no part. Age in never important to those in love. I assure you that you have always 'improved with age' if I may be so crass to say so. You have never accused me of any crime or misdeed and so I must also convict myself for being unfaithful. I wish I could say they were meaningless but they were not. Sometimes our cultural differences and especially the physcial separation made me lonely enough to seek the solace of a warm, intelligent woman. There were not countless numbers as I may sometimes lie about to male friends but a succession of companions to ease the time between our encounters. To say 'Ke meskey' (please forgive me) is useless as I am not sure I should be forgiven. I do not know if there is a fit punishment for causing you pain. Perhaps I will be granted immunity and find that you have long ago given up caring for me but were too kind to hurt me. Men can be stupid animals. A large part of me wishes to tear this up and begin one of those annoying love poems I write in your honor. But that would not be fair to you. It would also not be fair to me or the woman who has finally stolen me away. Do not get me wrong, I go willingly and with great hope for the future but in my heart of hearts, I wish she had not entered our lives. Even saying "Welalin" {thank you} seems a bit hollow but I know of no other way to show my appreciation to you. Now, my dearest Jenny, I must say nmultes. If you do not know the true translation by now, it means "See you later". It is the hope of my heart that I will someday pass you on the street of some quaint village unknown to either of us so that you may see the joyous tears in my eyes and the pain in my heart for deserting you. It seems only fair to tell you the name of the woman who was your equal or whatever word you feel describes her. But before I betray that confidence {I have not discussed this letter with her), I must say I was honest that I hope someday you become Lady Jenny Agutter. I will be very sorry if I miss this major event in your life but I must admit that I am thoroughly distracted by Ms. Lucy Liu. Please remember I will always see your films. But I am sad to say it may be somehow less tender a moment. It somehow seems fitting to me that since I have declared my guilt for all to see, perhaps I should post my favorite photo of you and that of Ms. Liu and my visitors can often tell me what a fool I am.
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