The Second Love Letter

My Dearest Kellbow,

You used to call me Keeyore. You used to call me Kiera-Bear. And then remember that time we tried to call Bridget "Bridrib" which turned into Ribbit which is still my nickname for her?

Remember that first night we bumped into each other. We always told that story to people who met us. And the Wall of Death.

Remember when we sang Sunday Morning by Maroon 5 like everyday.

When we spent hours in Pike Place looking for random bits of paper that we thought were romantic or mysterious or beautiful.

When we sat in my dorm room for hours talking about everything and nothing.

When we had jello shots with Karen and Jim and they nearly killed you.

When we sat in the Terry lounge talking about all the boys who broke our hearts.

When we fought and cried and tore into each other like it was the end of the world.

When we spent two weeks together inspecting each others most deep and private secrets and we survived.

Our friendship was never better than during those times.

My dear, it has been so long since we have made memories like that.

Do you remember the last time we were in a room alone together? Do you remember the last time you sat down next to me and looked at me and asked me what is up?

I can't remember the last time you told me how you were doing.

You've become like some bizarre extended relative who tells me they are going to take me out to ice cream and then never shows to pick me up.

You've always liked the romance and beauty of things. The tragic and the wasted love. The broken men and the lost women of the world.

My narrative is a simple one and maybe you've simply lost interest in the plainness of my love.

I would like to say that I have always been there but I don't know where I stand with you so I stand back, because you haven't given me a place in your life for so long.

I have written a (public) love letter only once and it was to you-- so I thought I'd try again.

Last time this is how I ended it, and I thought it seemed appropriate: "And we will both be happy again. I promise."

Love,

Keeyore