Love letter

I trust your mother contacted you.

My, I bet writing that letter felt good. I enjoyed the honesty, though I hope the vitriol is out of your system. If you'll listen, here is the belated defense.

I had to get up early on that day, and wouldn't you know it, she got up early too. That didn't make any sense, because she wasn't coming. One wonders why she decided to wake up early and walk over, just to talk to me and give me a gift. It's almost like she didn't want me going to visit you. I didn't e-mail you about this at root because it is wrong for one to go see previous romantic relations when one is under obligation. It's one of those golden rule situations. In fact, it's a testament to the power you still hold over me that I even had such a mind lapse as to consider such a sin.

I felt for the rest of the few days that it was a greater sin of mine to remain in contact, so I decided to try to sever us completely by cutting you off in those AIM conversations. It wasn't because I was "busy" or whatever. It's not even because you are four hours away, the drive is no problem. I didn't use those excuses, don't attribute them to me. I like to think my excuses aren't so lame!

Basically, one e-mail plus two AIMs makes three strikes -- am I out? Possibly.

There's not much defense for my utter lack of communication. I really can't come up with any good reasons, I can only retell the above situations. So... yes, I've been insulting and you're long overdue for an apology, which is not coincidentally why I've been in such a hurry to contact you.

But I forgave you once. i.e., you owe me one.