I Was Gonna Do an Obvious Title, but Got Embarrassed

Dear You,


Here's the thing.  I've totally misused you.  And I've gotten a lot of crap for it.  I've heard your sob story from just about everybody.  You know, guilt trips and stuff.

Yeah, I can be a real jerk.  But I just want you to know that I'm sorry.  And I'm not being sarcastic this time.

I didn't think I was the type of girl who subconsciously went through through the process of, "You always want what you cant have." or "You don't know what you've got until it's gone."  But, turns out, I am.

Because I like you.

Again.

But I haven't seen you since, like, April or something.

So how is that possible?

Do I like the thought of you?

Am I just mentally insane?

Do I find pleasure in self pity?

Or am I serious this time? (Probably not.)

What the freaking heck is wrong with me?

This is my letter to you,


Sincerely Me.