I flew out. I saw you. My heart reached out to grab you, until I saw her. I could feel the muscles in my smile decay on my face. I walked away. I found your address. I put the letters under your door, and I left. Of course, I didn't waste the ticket. It was when I got to the airport that I found out it was a round trip. You never intended for me to stay.
I've rented a car and I have found myself in Bordeaux. I always knew majoring in French would help me in my future. Of course, my translating days are over, so arriving in Bordeaux seemed the only other use of my degree. The lady at the hotel is so nice. It makes me cry. People are so nice. I just keep crying.
I'm sorry I left you there. I don't know how long you waited, but I plan on mailing off this letter the moment I finish it so that you can understand, or at least know. I'm going to go home when the ticket says. Don't look for me.
I can't say anything else. I will send this off immediately. The hotel lady is back again, and she's just being so nice that I can't stop the tears from slipping down my cheek. I can't write to you when I'm crying. Au revoir, Simone.