Irene, darling, you’ve got to let go. Stop beating yourself up. That was the old Irene. You’re beautiful and you threw everything I wanted away, because you thought I wanted you to. I didn’t want you to do that. I only wanted you to pass maybe on the weekend or so, so that I could imagine your body being touched by strange hands and looked at with strange eyes. I wanted you to do it behind Brian’s back, so that his You did that for me, and you did so much more. Now what you have to do, and you really have to do this – do it for me – , is stop questioning yourself and stop allowing the conventions you scorned with such flair rear their ugly heads again and weigh heavy upon you as a huge burden of regret. Irene. What you do, do. And do it with all your heart. Then, my dear, assume responsibility for the consequences.

Just know, baby, that you didn’t ruin anything. You’re mine and I still want you. I wish I still had a body, but at least I can feel yours, because I’m in your mind.

 

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