I'm sorry things turned out this way, Norman.

Dear Norman,

Norman Bates,

I hate to remind you of Bradley

But now, let's face our fears and talk about it,

Let's forget everything and let our soul collide in the nonexistent world we created together,

Just you and I. 

Remember Bradley?

No, not how you smashed her head to the rock,

Not how you put her in the trunk and let her sink into the lake,

But sweet memories,

Of how friendly Bradley was and how beautiful she was. 

Oh Norman,

I don't blame you if you hate her,

I would to,

You were rejected on top of the permanent feeling of rejection that you always had,

Or was it Norma's?

But Norman love, 

Never have I blamed you,

For I thought it was always your brain playing tricks on you,

Or is it the same for me too?

I don't know. 

I really don't. 

I won't ask you to treat me like Norma,

No. Never but remember when you became angry when Emma dived and almost died

Because she was out of oxygen,

Pause that time, pause your feeling

I love the energy you had for Emma,

The care you showed and I craved. 

Channel it all to me. 

Remember, I love you no matter what,

Norman.