Dear Jeremy,

As you can see in this postcard, I'm now in Memphis, Tennessee.
It took me a long time to get here. I'm not sure how long I'll be staying.
During the day I work in a diner downtown.
I haven't been able to sleep at night so I'm also taking a waitressing job in a bar.
It's kind of a dive but the tips are pretty good.
Working two jobs is exhausting but at least it keeps me busy, and most importantly, keeps my mind away from him.

Dear Jeremy,

I thought about what Arnie said about the sobriety chips.
How to focus your attention on something else in order to cure your addiction.
If I was an addict, I'd choose blueberry pie as my sobriety chip.

I guess for Sue Lynne, leaving this town was like dying.
I wonder how people would remember Arnie.
When you're gone, all that's left behind are the memories you created in other people's lives... or just a couple items on bill.

I always had the feeling I could say anything to you.
"Enclosed" is a bill I've created for you in memory of our time together.
I wonder how you remember me... As the girl who like blueberry pies, or the girl with a broken heart?

Dear Jeremy,

I've always been fascinated by card players.
They risk everything on their instincts and luck.
I wonder if I'd be able to make the same moves in their position. Or would I just fold?
Working long hours in a casino makes you loose track of time, and I'm never sure whether it's day or night.
But at least I don't have to worry about my sleeping problems anymore.
Somehow it's gone away.

Dear Jeremy,

In the last fews days, I've been learning how to not trust people and I'm glad I failed.
Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are.
And each reflection makes me like myself a little more.

It took me nearly a year to get here.
It wasn't so hard to cross that street after all.
It all depends on who's waiting for you on the other side.