All of Last Summer...

Dear John,

I can hardly stand how oddly sad I've felt tonight.
Just a slight pang in my gut.
Every time I hear a certain melody or pitch in someone's voice....
At the restaurant, for the entire duration of my 3 hour swing shift, I kept suddenly feeling you. And it made my stomach hurt. And it made my chest clench tightly.
I tried pushing you away, focus on getting more beef jus or prosecco.
Then I'd hear the music again...
Then I'd smell the cigarettes from the back porch...
All of last summer...

Because we're both always too poor for our palettes: one entree with a bottle of wine in the warm summer evening air.
You and me, smoking cigarettes throughout the entire meal -- stretching out the meal like the fleeting time we had left 'together' -- one or the other, always on the verge of burning out.

How it hurts that you haven't called me back. Or written me an e-mail. Or sent me a text. Or gotten on instant messenger. It makes me so angry with you, to think of you ignoring me.

You are so lovely.
And you will always be lonely.

Secret Admirer

Dear John,

I'm trying to play it cool, but what I really want to say- edit: shout from the rooftops- is that I think about you constantly. Seriously, all of the time! Not in a creepy way. Like when I see couples holding hands walking down the street. Or when 'Pale Blue Eyes' plays on my ipod. Or when I look out the window and watch two birds fluttering by each other. When I get dressed in the morning. When I get ready for bed. At dinner with my friends. On the bus. In the record shop. Right now. 

Age 31

Dear Joan,

Will you be my girlfriend? Yes, No, or Maybe?

Patience is a Risky Virtue

Dear John,

This is going to be good. This is going to be really good, I can feel it. Maybe not right now, but someday. Someday, this will be great. A great big intense kind of love. Bigger than all the galaxies. Deeper than the tiniest particles of the earth. Completely intangible and immeasurable. And it's only just beginning. It's going to take the one most significant thing in life that I am no good at... patience. And I will work every day for it!

BitterSweet

Dear Joan,

..You have enriched my life and shown me such new and beautiful things. I cherish the times that we have had and the memories warm my heart often. I don't want to loose your friendship when I have been so foolish to loose your heart. As I write this through the tears I search for a quick fix to make it all better, however there is not one. Great things take work someday there will be a reward. And drifting hearts will find their equal match. Than you for it all.

Unpleasant Surprise

Dear John,

I know that you know the difference between my vagina and my butthole, so DON'T even think about it.

Half Truth

Dear John,

I want to sleep with other people. I am sexy and young, and I don't need you.

(This is only partially true.)