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the perfect man

Anyone who knows me knows I love myself. I am pretty. I am smart.  I am good. And once I met a man who was just like me. I walked into church broken.  He stood there smiling. And I was smitten.  Months went by before we spoke.  It took all my courage.  You knew my name.  I was in love.  We sat together all through church. We talked all day.  We drove and talked. We ate fruit and talked.  Why was there a box of fruit in your car? You left for school the very next week.  But we talked every day.  We facetimed while my sister listened through the door.  Her and I dreamed of you.  To me you were perfect. I knew your flaws. But we always agreed. You said what I was thinking.  And I loved hearing it come out of your mouth.  I went to visit you. It wasn't for you. It was all for me.  We spent the perfect day. I ditched my friends for you. M&S I'm still sorry about that by the way.  My dad picked me up from your house the next day.  I watched a
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the robin

Let me begin by saying I screwed up. And I know I did.  Has there ever been a bigger idiot than me?  Something like seven years ago we met.  I thought you were cool but also definitely not okay.  I later found out I was right.  I later found out I was wrong.  Five years ago we met again. You were dating my best friend.  We all ditched church and sat on the lawn, talking for hours. And you and I, we clicked. I went home thinking I might just have a crush on you.  That was my first mistake. Four years ago I came home from university. I went to a Christmas party and you walked in. We talked for hours again.  And decided we would be best friends. For months we spent our time together. You sat by me in church. I came to your house. We wrote letters to your girlfriend/my best friend. And then you left. And when you left I cried.  And when you left you cried.  I wrote you letters. Sent you basketball updates through email. I missed you.  You came back and immed
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i'm channelling alexander hamilton here

Hey readers, This definitely isn't the classiest way to go about this.  But it is the way I'm doing it.  I am writing a series of essays to the people in my life.  Anonymously.  I have a lot to say. Lots of mistakes to own up to. Lots of stuff to confess.  So lets get to it!  I am the good bi and these are my letters. 
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