Dear 8694359,

Wow.

So this is surprising. Well not totally, but sort of.

Look, don't get me wrong... I'm ok. I'm more than ok. I'm perfect. Back to how I was before I met you. I even forgot to greet you on your birthday, look at me moving on and everything. So yeah, I'm good. I'm not crying. I don't feel the need to cry or be dramatic or anything like that.

But knowing me and how I love me some drama, I'm going to take this, spin it, so that I can make it all about me.

...I guess it's about me feeling just a little bit jealous. Not of her. Oh gosh, no... She's great, but really I'm jealous of you. Of how far you've gone. And how great everything seems to be. Life, love, and everything else in between.

...It's all working out for you.

Me on the other hand... Well, I am still here writing letters to you.

Congratulations on the new little bundle of joy.


As Always,
D.