Dale Cooper (FBI) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
damnfinecup) wrote2007-02-22 07:02 pm
damnfinecup) wrote2007-02-22 07:02 pm
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Please note: Joe is in possession of this letter (through illicit means). If he has not shown it to you, you won't know the contents in-game.
Dear Joe,
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and it's a fine day to be alive. I can't help, as I sit here in the shade outside of the compound, but think of the time we spent together out exploring the other side of the mountain. We might not have gotten far, but it was the experience that mattered, not the material accomplishment. I never wanted to make that trip alone, Joe, and I hope you didn't either. I never thought about doing it with anybody but you.
There comes a time in any man's life when he must confess those things that are deep inside him, though I like to think of this more as a celebration as a confession, Joe. It's difficult to imagine that such deep-seated and joyous feelings could ever be anything else, though throughout history people have called it many things.
I suspect you already know what I'm going to say, J
[blank space with random, faint doodles interspersed]
Well, we just spoke, Joe, and while I might not be willing to make things any more difficult for you by detailing for you any more about how I feel, I think it might be cathartic to continue to put these feelings to paper. After all, I may have a great deal of strength of will and a well-developed ability to compartmentalize, but it's been my experience that feelings don't go away just because you want them to. I'm not sure I do want them to, either, which would inevitably hamper any efforts I made in that direction.
I have a great deal of respect for your relationship with Billy, Joe, and above anything else I want you to be happy, so I don't plan to do anything that would jeopardize that bond. Billy is my friend, too, and I've made that mistake once in my life already. I will never regret being with Caroline, but it's not an action I plan to take again, no matter how I feel.
I don't think anything I've said here, or said out loud, is a surprise to you, Joe. There are a great many things that have been all but unsaid between us for a long time. Perhaps the time has just come, for me at least, to say them.
I don't really know how long I've been in love with you, Joe, or even if this can be called love when it comes only from one side, I only know what I feel. And what I feel is that I would like to be with you, in many ways and for a very long time. You excite me and you challenge me and you need me and I can't imagine spending that quantity or quality of time with anyone but you.
And now I'm going to fold this letter into perfect thirds and place it in an envelope and consider whether or not I should give it to you, Joe. Perhaps this is really a decision I ought to sleep on.
Yours,
Dale
Dear Joe,
The sun is shining, the birds are singing and it's a fine day to be alive. I can't help, as I sit here in the shade outside of the compound, but think of the time we spent together out exploring the other side of the mountain. We might not have gotten far, but it was the experience that mattered, not the material accomplishment. I never wanted to make that trip alone, Joe, and I hope you didn't either. I never thought about doing it with anybody but you.
There comes a time in any man's life when he must confess those things that are deep inside him, though I like to think of this more as a celebration as a confession, Joe. It's difficult to imagine that such deep-seated and joyous feelings could ever be anything else, though throughout history people have called it many things.
I suspect you already know what I'm going to say, J
[blank space with random, faint doodles interspersed]
Well, we just spoke, Joe, and while I might not be willing to make things any more difficult for you by detailing for you any more about how I feel, I think it might be cathartic to continue to put these feelings to paper. After all, I may have a great deal of strength of will and a well-developed ability to compartmentalize, but it's been my experience that feelings don't go away just because you want them to. I'm not sure I do want them to, either, which would inevitably hamper any efforts I made in that direction.
I have a great deal of respect for your relationship with Billy, Joe, and above anything else I want you to be happy, so I don't plan to do anything that would jeopardize that bond. Billy is my friend, too, and I've made that mistake once in my life already. I will never regret being with Caroline, but it's not an action I plan to take again, no matter how I feel.
I don't think anything I've said here, or said out loud, is a surprise to you, Joe. There are a great many things that have been all but unsaid between us for a long time. Perhaps the time has just come, for me at least, to say them.
I don't really know how long I've been in love with you, Joe, or even if this can be called love when it comes only from one side, I only know what I feel. And what I feel is that I would like to be with you, in many ways and for a very long time. You excite me and you challenge me and you need me and I can't imagine spending that quantity or quality of time with anyone but you.
And now I'm going to fold this letter into perfect thirds and place it in an envelope and consider whether or not I should give it to you, Joe. Perhaps this is really a decision I ought to sleep on.
Yours,
Dale