Rebellious Ranting

Dear Boy,

I don’t understand you anymore. We had some good times and we seemed to meet at the right time for something to work. Unfortunately things turned in a different direction. I’m still a bit sad that it did. We were like a fast speedy whirlwind of loving chaos. It was fun. Even when our title ended, we kept going. You can’t say you didn’t have a good time. I’m sure you did. You sent me a text asking me to still talk to you even though I moved. We talked. It dwindled. Now we don’t talk anymore. Something happened. What was it? I have no idea. Was I a mistake to you? I can’t help but wonder, but our lives are moving. Maybe I can contact you after some time has past and there will be no hard feelings. People grow, people change, and maybe our friendship hasn’t completely died. Perhaps it’s just hidden for now.

Sincerely,

You know…

Dear Man,

You mean a lot to me. Such a limited time, we’ve shared. We both know it will grow. I have yet to figure out how I can say what I long to say. Your poetics stick in my head and reel through my mind continuously. I can’t help it. I am so distraught sometimes. I don’t understand, yet I do. Complications galore. Will you help me?

Love,

Her