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October 4th, 1989
Daisy,
It's been 10 years. Since Chicago, since the tour, since all of it. Well, you would know, you were there. Obviously. I admit, while I'm a decent songwriter, I struggle with letters. I do have one thing to say, though, and it's this: I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry, Daisy. For you, for me, for the band. I'm sorry I ruined any chance of friendship between us, because you would have been an amazing friend. I'm sorry that Camila and my girls are the most important people in my life. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you get sober, because I could barely help myself. I'm sorry that after all these years, I still wish things would have turned out differently. Not just for us, but for the band. They deserved better. I'm just sorry, Daisy.
Best wishes,
Billy Dunne
October 13th, 1989
Billy,
It never would have worked out between us. Even if you hadn't met Camila, hadn't had your daughters, it wouldn't have worked out. You wouldn't be sober, and neither would I. We would spend our evenings getting drunk and our nights getting high. We would have been the death of each other, I think. But, you're right. I do wish things would have turned out differently. So, so much. But Billy, you have your life and I have mine. Go, spend time with your daughters. Tell Julia to eat a pineapple for me, won't you? Tell Camila...well, tell Camila you love her, Billy, because she's incredible, and it's true. I wish you the best of luck in life, Billy.
All my love,
Daisy J