Every day I impulsively check this site, hoping that maybe one of the letters will be from you. To me. I know, it’s crazy. But fate is our only form of communication now, and I wish that fate was more reliable. God, I wish that you would be the one to take the first step back towards me. Sadly, I know that you never will, and I am still just clinging onto that small shard of hope that maybe you will forget our last exchanges and maybe forgive me. I don’t know if it is stupider to have my heart cling onto something my brain knows will never happen, or if it is smarter to endure your coldness during this winter and have to come to understand that the past is probably not worth holding onto.
But listen up. Next summer will be amazing for me. Not because of you, not because of anything having to do with you. I want to make that clear. I love being home and work is not just your domain. So you cannot ruin my summer. I want to be cordial and you will have to deal with that. If that means me soaking you on water day, so be it.