Over the years I have entertained friends and family with my stories of dates, flirts and lovers. Sometimes at the cost of my own heart, as it’s sure been broken and patched up a few times. But I’m thankful for all these antagonists that have made me feel a full range of emotions.
Some of them I wanted to thank and honor, others I wanted to ask what the hell they were thinking. And then there’s the few I just wanted to know they would always inhabit a part of my heart.
I’ve written open letters to this alphabet of men. Maybe some day they will read them.