I’m not sure where to send this letter as you’re so elusive and scared of commitment. You remind me of my divorce, and of my friend who ditched his wedding three weeks prior to the date and flew to the middle east without telling his fiance. I had you once, really had you, and when you’d finally lured me in you left, mourning the void you’d filled and subsequently created with your departure. I’m not sure if I fear your existence or non-existence more. This because I at once fear the potential you’d create or destroy.
I haven’t quite stopped believing in you, and there’s quite a bit of me that wants to hope you stick around this time – that you’ll have depth, meaning, and longevity. Not just for me, but for my family and friends. You’ve hurt me more than anyone but I still can’t shut the door on you. Call it my inner romantic, my religion, or just plain childish, but I want you back.