Michael

I don't know where you are, I don't even really know anything about your current life. But I certainly know that when we met during a third quarter break at the LOLHS @ ZHS football game Fall 2005, neither of us expected our lives to cross again. But they did. Again and again and again.

Knowing what I know now, hindsight is 20/20. We could have made things work, we could have grown up together, grown old together. But I think that despite all the fights, all the tears, all the crazy.

I still look for people who will be my pillows. I still have a weak spot for musicians. I still feel like I should fix my lovers.

But I learned a lot about myself through you. I learned that resilience is key. I learned that it doesn't take much to remind you of someone. I carried that stone, wore that ring, kept your picture in my wallet for so long. I learned that you don't have to like the same things as your partner. And I learned that sometimes you can't fix the other person. Most of all, I learned to walk away.

You broke my heart. But I broke yours, I guess it was only fair. But I learned that you have to keep moving, fighting to hit the light again. And I learned that I needed to learn much about myself before I could ever be with anyone for a long time.

So thank you.

Goodbye and Good Luck.
I hope you're well.

Letters to the Men of My Past

I've been wanting to work on this project a while, picking 5 men who have impacted my life in some way and write a letter to them. The Top 5 Break Ups. High Fidelity Style.

I don't know if I'll let them know. I don't even really know if I'll write their names on them.

But maybe getting it out, putting it somewhere that's not inside me... maybe that will prepare me for the future.

Here goes...

Michael
Stephen
Daniel
David
Chad

Shit happens.