I’m sorry I hurt you so deeply when I left you, but we weren’t suppose to be together forever. I think you know that. I’m so grateful to still have you as a friend today.
Thank you for my life.
Dear Michael,
What a little shit you are. You are the conundrum of my dating life. How do you dislike someone but still want to be with them? Maybe because my disdain for you proved to be great foreplay. You made me nuts when we were dating, and you successfully make me nuts whenever we talk today. But still, whenever I come home to visit and have a few drinks, I always end up texting you. Go figure.
I really thought I was going to marry you, even though I didn’t really want to. I just figured we would marry each other begrudgingly because we understood one another. We would have lived out the quintessential Italian marriage. Because it was familiar to us, it would have made us feel comfortable and safe. Personally, I think its going to be a cold day in hell before you ever get married, but there is still time for you to grow up. The greatest part about you is that I can say something like that to you and you interpret it as love. The secret of one good Italian to another.
Thank you for insisting that I stay and have breakfast after what was supposed to be a one-night stand.
