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Would you hate me if...
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19 May 2002
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A collaboration for Recently Received - Letters written to me, by me in the voice of someone else. Heh!
Topic: May 2002 - "Would you still like me if you knew I..."
Dear Maggie,
I know that we see each other nearly every day, but I didn’t know how to bring this up in conversation. I think that a letter, on paper, would be the best way to communicate what I am thinking.
I’ve done something that I am kind of ashamed to have done, and I want to be honest with you. You’re always so honest with me, and it’s only fair that I return that sentiment. Yesterday I was going through some old photographs of when we were kids and came across one of you, Danny and me. Remember Danny? You were so in love with him all through junior high and high school! He was so cute, with that long, strong nose and kissable lips, the fine chiseled jaw, and the dark brown, perfectly feathered hair.
Well, one weekend while I was in college, I went up to the cabin of a new friend. She invited some of her buddies from her classes, ones that I hadn’t met yet, and we set up a little cook-out site, spreading out around the fire and kicking back. As Amy and I were laughing, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Some people were just arriving – everyone was looking over and greeting them with big, burly “hello’s” and chummy “come on over’s”. I looked over my shoulders, and I just about shot Sprite out of my nose.
It was Danny! I couldn’t believe it. He and a friend of his were strolling through the gathering, and then he turned and caught my eye. He rushed over to me and scooped me up in a big hug. We were smiling so hard at each other that my cheeks were actually sprained – I’m sure of it! He took my hand, and we went off to the side to catch up on things; it had been a couple of years since we had all graduated.
That’s when it started. At first, it was just a light caress of my hand. I didn’t think anything of it because he was always an affectionate and touchy kind of guy. Would you still like me if you knew I got kind of intimate with him? I know that we are older now, and he has moved on in his life; he has a wife and three kids now. I just remember how much you liked him, and I don’t want something like this to come between us. I’ve felt guilty for so long, and I couldn’t *not* be honest and upfront with you any longer!
Please, baby cakes, tell me that you don’t hate me! If it makes you feel any better, he wasn’t a very good kisser. Really. Honest. ;-)
Give me a call after you’ve read this. It’s movie time!
Your dear, sweet, wonderful, never-hurt-you-on-purpose friend,
Lisa
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