Life An Open Letter to the Girl I’ve Had a Crush On (and Haven’t Seen) Since High School and Who, I Just Found Out, Got Married Last Week:
posted by November 28 at 15:22 PMon
Dear the Girl I’ve Had a Crush On (and Haven’t Seen) Since High School and Who, I Just Found Out, Got Married Last Week:
In Phoenix?! You got married in Phoenix? To some guy who lives in Phoenix? What were you thinking, TGIHCO(HS)SHSWIJFOGMLW?
I know we haven’t spoken in years and I know you’ve probably forgotten all about me—how I used to come do yard work at your parents’ house on Saturdays; how I’d be pulling weeds, mowing the lawn, wondering if you were inside; how sometimes you’d come out and sit with me and we talked with a quiet ease we never did when we bumped into each other in the high school halls. And I remember one of those afternoons when your mother made us lunch and was trying to compliment me and said “I wouldn’t mind if you married this guy.â€ť I thought we were meant to be: TGIHCO(HS)SHSWIJFOGMLW and This Guy. Together forever.
Remember the summer night TGIHCO(HS)SHSWIJFOGMLW, when you and I went down to the dock and sat and talked under the stars? And how, when we drifted into silence, you stood, took off your clothes, and jumped into the water? The phosphorescence was bright that night and the outline of your body shone up from the black water like a luminous silhouette. Because I wanted to seem game, I jumped in after you, but I would’ve been happy to sit there and watch you swim and make the water bright in your wake.
I know I haven’t been the most faithful fiancĂ©e. I know I haven’t called you in… twelve years. But your wedding announcement, in our hometown paper, somehow got to me, TGIHCO(HS)SHSWIJFOGMLW. I want you to be happy—really, I do—but I can’t help but think that getting married in Phoenix is a bad omen. And that, like, a million percent of American marriages end in divorce.
I guess I’m just saying it’s never too late.