December, underground?

I know you only read this occasionally, so this message may never reach you, but I feel I need to do this for closure. All that shit that happened in December was fucked up. I’m sorry that things ended the way they did. Hopefully we both pick up and move on and end up better people for the lessons we both learned. It’s hard to say goodbye to a best friend and lover of 2.5 years of awesome and a couple months of crap, but I guess shit happens. I want you to know, I think about you every day still, and I wish you all the best. If anything, I hope that we can become great friends, eventually…I don’t exactly regret the path my life has taken, but I find myself wondering how that path would be different if things had not happened the way they did. I still love you, and I will always miss you. Good luck with putting together the rest of your life. —A sentimental Old Fool, missing a Cross

This article appears in Mar 11-17, 2010.