And now, for the first time in nearly thirty years, I have new words, fresh thoughts, from my father. Dear Harry, I love you. I love you in a way that I never thought possible. I have spent so much of my life thinking that this type of love was a myth. And now here it ts, so real I can touch tt, and I finally understand what the Beatles were singing about all those years. I do not want you to move to Europe. But I also know that what I may not want may very well be the best thing for you. So despite my desires, I think you should go. I cannot and will not be able to give you the life you are dreaming of here in Los Angeles. I cannot marry Celia St. James—although I do agree with you that she is a stunningly beautiful woman, and if I’m being honest, I did nurse a small crush on her in Royal Wedding. But the fact remains that though I have never loved my wife the way I love you, I will never leave her. I love my family too much to fracture us for even a moment of time. My daughter, whom I desperately hope you can one day meet, 1s my reason for living. And I know that she ts happiest with me and her mom. I know that she will live her best life only if I stay where I am. Angela is perhaps not the love of my life. I know that now, now that I’ve felt real passion. But I think, in many ways, she means to me what Evelyn means to you. She is my best friend, my confidante, my companion. I admire the forthrightness with which you and Evelyn discuss your sexuality, your desires. But tt is not how Angela and I work, and I'm not sure I'd want to change that. We do not have a vibrant sex life, but I love her the way one loves a partner. I would never forgive myself for causing her pain. And I would find myself desperate to call her, to hear her thoughts, to know how she is, every moment of every day tf I was not with her. My family is my heart. And I cannot break us up. Not even for the type of love that I have found with you, my Harry. Go to Europe. If you believe it 1s what ts best for your family.