Dear Isabella
Hi. I hope this letter finds you well in our new corona world. How is your dad? I know he has really bad asthma this whole thing must be very scary for him. Are your online classes treating you well? I am assuming you miss UPenn like I miss UD. It has been a while since we last talked. Probably that brunch in the city around Christmas. This coronacation has left me with a lot of time to think. Stocks, Golf, my grandparents. But my mind always wanders back to that day in NYC. The day was so lovely. The Rockefeller Tree glowed so brightly. Central Park was beautiful as always. Then at The Smith like a flip of a switch, the day turned to doom and gloom. To this day I still do not know why.
All I ask for is an explanation and I deserve this. I do not care what your reasoning is but I want to know. The last thing you said was you needed time to think. I gave you that. Plenty of it. Now it is time for you to hold up your end of the bargain. You know where to reach me at. What happened? Mexico, Bora Bora, Turks and Caicos, the list goes on and on. We had a great time everywhere we went. You were happy I was happy… at least I thought you were. Life seemed to be going smoothly and then boom we hit a rock. Then that was it. The End.
Best Wishes
Conner PG
*The picture is what I ate at The Smith*
ENGL110 Spring 2020 11:15-12:05 
I appreciated how vulnerable you were with your frustration and confusion at the situation and the way things were left. Reading this was definitely somewhat of an emotional experience for me, as I recently went through a breakup myself (as I’m assuming that’s what you’re describing), with lack of communication being one of the main contributing factors. I had been viewing my situation from a singular perspective, believing she was in the wrong. And in many ways she was, but through reading your letter to Isabella I was able to realize that perhaps I owed her an explanation or at least the decency of not being closed-minded about the situation. I’ve also experienced very similar things with friendships. Sometimes it sucks not getting and explanation or closure, and I hope you’re able to achieve that eventually.
-Abby Selbst
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Conner, this is really such a vulnerable and beautiful piece and something that takes a lot of courage to share. I too have been through breakups in the past much like this one. Where suddenly something changes and you aren’t quite sure why and you just want answers. The description of that day in New York serves almost as a metaphor for relationships like these. Everything going so perfectly and then “like the flip of a switch” it’s different. Thank you again for being so open. And I hope that you are able to find the answers you are looking for, even if they don’t come from Isabelle.
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*Isabella
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