Dear Casey,
My long distance dedication is for my ex-fiancee, Felicia.
A few years ago, I came to town to stay with my mom, Charlene, and my cousin, Lucy. One day, I was running a counseling group and this groupie named Terri brought along the most gorgeous woman. She was stunning, but she was very sad. She was grieving the loss of her husband, an adventurous secret agent named Frisco. It was like the wind in her sails had disappeared. Seeing a woman this beautiful and this sad truly broke my heart.
After becoming good friends, I found myself unable to resist her smile, her laugh, her long, boring stories about being an 'Aztec Princess,' her crazy, over-grown, almost 'Cousin It'-like hair, the day she chopped it all off with a pair of rusty scissors like she was auditioning for an episode of 'Snapped,' all of it. Luckily, she was feeling the same way back. Our romance was fast, exciting, magical, Ariel my ex wanted her dead for no plausible reason, you know how it goes.
Before I knew it, we were engaged! Our wedding day loomed on the horizon. Also looming was some creepy, cloaked guy who tended to stick around the catacombs or the dark shadows of the pier. It didn't occur to me to worry about him. Silly me, I was in love!
Of course he would have to go and step out of the shadows on the most exciting day of my life, my wedding to Felicia. And of course he would turn out to be Frisco, who wasn't really dead at all. He had fought his way back from death to be with his true love, and I suppose I can't blame him.
Casey, things turned even more complicated when he revealed to Felicia that I was the one who had gunned him down and left him for dead on that last assignment he was on. I swear I had no idea I was involved in any of that -- I was brainwashed, I tell you! Ugh. Go watch 'The Manchurian Candidate,' it will explain everything.
We had already said our "I do's" but you know that nothing stands in the way of true love. My marriage to Felicia was declared invalid, and since that day I have had to deal with my own crippling sadness. (Before going back to Frisco, she was hit by my half-brother's motorcylce and then conned by him while suffering from amnesia. But that's another story for another musical radio dedication.)
Felicia has had her fair share of stops and starts, but through it all, she never once gave up on love. I'm sad to know that we may never be happy together and even though I eventually found love again - first with the daughter of an elusive crime family, and then with the Quartermaine maid, who would become my wife and move with me to South America where I was never heard from again, which is odd cuz Lucy is my cousin and you would think she would mention me or get a Christmas card from me - I still think of Felicia every day, and can only hope that the happiness she deserves she will hopefully find, maybe with a criminal turned bar owner turned former police chief turned bartender who had an Australian accent and then didn't anymore - this is my wish for her.
Casey, could you kindly play "After All" by Peter Cetera & Cher for my sweet Felicia in Port Charles? It was our song, for like a hot minute when we decided we were gonna get married on a Tuesday and then did so that Friday. I do hope she's listening, and I do hope she knows how much I miss her.
Bye Felicia,
Colton S. from somewhere in South America.
Ok, Colton, here's your long distance dedication...