Dear John,

DEAR JOHN,

“These letters have gotten a LOT more complicated than they used to be.”, she thought to herself, letting the Johnny Walker work it’s magic on her tongue.

-“It’s not you – it’s me”-
nope – it is all about him

-“I want different things now”-
like a solid witness protection program

-“I’ve grown and well….”-
you haven’t.

-“this isn’t the relationship I wanted.”-
duh. too simple.

-“i really need some space”-
several thousand miles of it. buh bye, no.

-“who in the hell taught you to kiss?”-
wow harsh. but it was more like experiencing slimy mouth-to-mouth resuscitation than kissing. really. gross. wierd. where does someone learn tha…

-“i just can’t see myself married to you.”-
leave alone in the same room.

-“i’ll leave the ring at your mothers”-
because we both know that’s where you’ll run crying like a little bitch

-“at least I’ll save money on all the drinking, I’ve been doing”-

she laughed out loud at that one and took another glorious sip of her triple manhattan.