Dear Mr. Brown,

He reminds of you.

You have that same see-right-through-me thing going on; the same sign; and you even have the same name.

Fancy that... If that's not enough, I met you during the whole Leonard debacle and I'm now meeting him during the whole Leonard's Doppelganger debacle.

Funny. History does have a habit of repeating itself.

He's just like you. Of course, you're the brooding silent-type, while he's a lot more like me. Playful. Maybe, it's the age difference. But, oh no wait, that can't be right, because he's now the same age as you when I first met you seven years ago. Maybe the playfulness is just a façade and that deep down at his core, I'll probably find that older and wiser guy persona that you seem to have mastered.

You know it's a good thing that the idea of him & me is now tainted. I can't fall for him even if I wanted to. And deep down, I know I really want to... But I just can't. I know that if I tell you why, you would just laugh and call me on it whilst making me feel like such a stupid child, an act that you seem to have perfected over the short time that I've known you.

But you know what despite my desires and the hope that it could go right this time, I really am thankful that I can't do what I want to... Because I know that just like you, he will eventually give up. I will exhaust him just as I exhausted you. He will grow weary of having to take care of me, just like you did. Granted, I no longer am the wild thang that you once knew. I grew up like you said I should. In essence, sort of, but not really.

Judging from the recent debacle, I still deal with absolutes. In a lot of ways, I'm still a child. I probably always will be. And though I know that this could actually work given that either you or him could be grown up enough for the both of us. Eventually, it would just be too much... And he will give up just like you did. It just requires too much energy to have to carry on a relationship with a child.

Oh but how I love his insightful nature. He is just like you. Maybe even smarter. So much so, that I'll bet he probably knows that he is who I'm writing to you about...

No matter the case, it's just funny how some things are just doomed from the start. And it's funny how history repeats itself just to rub it in.


As Always,
D.


P.S.: I miss you.