Hey Xander, guess what?
Chicken butt. I used to aggravate you to no end with my corny American jokes. I miss you. I miss you so much. I mostly miss our friendship I think. It doesn't matter if it was in the dead of the night, when I called, you answered.
I drunk a Mountain Dew today and I thought of you. About how we would always argue about which drink was better- Mountain Dew or Guaraná. I still say Mountain Dew.
Do you ever think about the day we met? I sure do. I just thought you were some annoyingly cocky foreign kid. You didn't take me seriously either at first. I can't remember your exact words but you honestly just thought I was hot and wanted to see me naked. Neither of us knew that day would forever alter our lives.
I had no idea what I was doing. In the big city a couple of hundred miles from home, building scaffold of all things. Like what the hell was I thinking? All 5'1, 120 pounds of me, fifty feet in the air building grown up monkey bars. Anyway, I was a hot , sweaty, angry mess with crazy frizzed out hair when there you were. Smiling at me. Like I was a popsicle on that hot Georgia day. Damn, writing this hurts. I miss you so much. I wonder if you're still that crazy Geologist's assistant.
So I have to go now. Put on my happy face. My smile. That red lipstick you loved. I don't know when I'll be able to write again. I need to pull myself out of the past. It isn't fair to him. God, I'm a horrible person. I don't regret marrying him, I don't. He's amazing. But damn it, Xander. He isn't you.
Macy.
YOU ARE READING
You.
RomanceDear Xander, I'm so sorry for the way I left things. Surely you can understand why I did what I did. You're there. And he's...well he's here. And he's a good man, really he is. The pain in your voice haunts me as soon as the sun...
