I miss you.
Please forgive me for being so forward. I'm not normally like this, but I just have to let you know how I feel. We were having such fun together, and I thought that maybe we had something special. I think we could have made it work. Made it last.
When you stuck around for an extra day, I think that's what caused me to hope. So many of my previous Weekends have left promptly on Sunday night. But you stayed near me, and treated me so well. I'll hold those 24 extra hours dear in my memory- no matter what paths we may take in the future, at least I will have that.
In fact, all the memories of our time together will be special to me. The CD release party on Friday night, with the great music and the excellent cheeseburger and the happy friends. Saturday at Sandy Point State Park, swimming in the Bay and dozing in the sand. Remember how I forgot to put sunblock on the tops of my thighs, so I essentially sunburned my butt? Oh, how I laughed! That night, at the ilyAIMY gig at the strange strange private party. Kristi and I, each so glad that the other was there. Even through the uncomfortable parts, you were there, soothing me with your gentle whisper- "Remember, at least you're not at work." Sunday at the Rennaisance festival- Erica's braided hair, the slide, fried macaroni and cheese. And then the gift of Monday, with a relaxing morning and an afternoon and evening of friends, grilling, beers, and puppies.
Since you left, things just haven't been the same. Getting out of bed this morning was a chore. I'm tired. And I forgot to bring Sarah's birthday present with me, so it's still sitting in my bedroom and won't be delivered on time.
I can't say I understand why it has to be over. Please reconsider. If you decide to come back, I'll welcome you with open arms.