Yes, it’s that time again. It’s time for me to join Mama Kat’s writer’s workshop. Mainly because I didn’t really have a blog post regularly scheduled and I found something over there I thought I would try out.
This is to the first person who ever broke my heart. I believe I was about 16.
Dear Fred,* (Names have been changed to protect the innocent)
Why? I must ask you this question. Things were going so well for us. I remember even kissing you right before we broke up. And then, BAM, the break up. What was that all about anyway? I mean, you just HAD to get some lip action in before you broke it off with me?
Riiiiight. And then a couple of months later, I had you over for dinner. I mean you were like a family friend. Sweeeeet. Parents go to bed, and it’s you and me. We talk. I mean REALLY talk. It’s great. We talk about why we separated, and what was stopping us from getting back together. And then, you had to go. It was like 1:30 in the morning. (Yes, I didn’t really have any curfews, he didn’t either.) I walked you to your car. And lo, and behold, what happened again? You kissed me. Not just any old kiss, but we really kissed each other. After deciding we just weren’t cut out for each other, you kissed me.
I remember you said you were going to call me the next day.
I waited. and waited.
I don’t believe you ever called me again.
I think I might have tried to call you. But I never actually reached you.
We could have made something out of it.
Do you remember that night? I mean, I sure do. I dreamed about you for months after that last kiss. How could you forget me? Well I suppose we were not meant to be.
I hope you are happy now. If you could go back in time, would you do anything differently? I think I might.
Take care, my friend.
I just wanted to let you know I’m okay with everything. Have a good life.
(Seriously how do I sign off from this letter?)
P.S. Hope you are okay.
* Fred. Nope. Not going to tell you what his REAL name was. He could be out there. And if he happens to stumble across my blog…I don’t want to be embarrassed. Thanks for understanding. 🙂
And that’s my letter to my first love. Or what I would write him if I knew where he was right now. *SIGH*