Excerpt from Dear John
Act I, Scene 1
Tuesday, June Something
Dear John,
Go to hell. This is the end. I'm on a plane to South America right now, running away. You'll think that I'm a rotten awful coward of a woman, of course. I believe I'm being quite sensible.
Anyway, thank you for some of the deepest, most meaningful moments of my life. The most profound joy and anguish I ever hope to experience I owe to you. There's no one like you, you beautiful shit.
Don't try to find me. You won't. South America is a very big place.
Yours truly,
Emily
P.S. Sincere apologies for any inconvenience I may have caused. I'll never forget you. Good-bye forever.
Love, Em