Dear you...

Mental purge time. Before I can get down to the bulk of my letters, the more detailed ones, I need to do a purge. It’s “Dear you” time.

Dear you, I miss you. I miss our talks and I wish I knew what it was I did.
Dear you, I’m glad we’ve gotten closer over the last few years and hope it only gets better.
Dear you, you’re a pompous, sanctimonious asshole. Too bad cause I really did love you.
Dear you, I’m afraid someday it’ll come down to a me-or-her decision…and I’m terrified you’ll pick her.
Dear you, I’m sorry I stopped being cool enough for you. Thought we were above all that bullshit.
Dear you, I don’t even know you and you treat me better than just about anyone I do know.
Dear you, I didn’t mean it when I let you out of our deal.
Dear you, I worry about you.
Dear you, if this doesn’t work out I hope we can hold on to our friendship.
Dear you, I’m so glad we’ve managed to not let our parents’ b.s. get in our way.
Dear you, make up your damn mind. Cause I can’t take this yo-yo shit anymore.
Dear you, it pissed me off that you ended it before I did…and she’s so not prettier than me.
Dear you, why couldn’t you just tell me? It hurts that I had to find out the way I did.

Wow, that actually feels better. A lot better. Now come the hard letters. Hope I’m up to it.