Dear David

Dear David,

I think of you often and you’re the person I want to tell all the good things that happen to me first. And the bad ones too. But you really never listened. You were always so eagerly waiting for your time to speak and for me to listen. And I listened... and I tried to help. I don’t think I could though because you wouldn’t listen. And so I stopped listening too. You drifted away and I tried for that not to happen, but eventually I gave up. Still, I miss talking to you even though you don’t really listen.

I got promoted at work a few weeks ago. I wanted to tell you all about and share how excited and scared I am... but I deleted your number. I didn’t want to bother you anymore. I felt like I was a burden. Also, you were avoiding me and ditching my calls. I ripped off the band-aid. Odd enough, I felt free. But I still miss you.