Dear X - July 04 - Gifts

Dear X:

Thank you for the gifts you unknowingly gave me.

I am happy we finally had the opportunity to hang out. We drove downtown and I can't even recall the number of people who would stare at your car as we drove by. I fell in love with your console, even as you were pounding on the keys of your stereo saying, "The radio doesn't work!" I found it funny that you would pour thousands of dollars into your car just to have a factory-installed radio that doesn't work. You talked to me about the blahblahblahs and the whozzits that you were going to install, and I looked at you and said, "You could have just made up a bunch of words and I wouldn't have known the difference." You said, "I did," and we laughed.

We went back to my apartment where we played Tiger Woods and Pac-Man. Eventually you refused to play any more, and rested your arm on the back of my couch. I settled against your chest, and the rest of that night is pretty much history.

Later we watched Street Smarts and Toy Story. I asked you a thousand questions, and you never hesitated answering any of them.
You stayed 'till five the next evening. We sat around all day and watched TV and made fun of the dog.

I haven't really spoken with you since. You and your family moved out last week, and you didn't stop by to say bye. I'm okay with that, to tell you the truth. I didn't need anything more than a kiss on the cheek as you were breezing out the door.

I doubt I'll ever see you again, and I know we'll never have another night of laughter and TV. But I wanted to thank you for the gifts you gave me. Mostly, thanks for the gift of moving on. If it hadn't been for you, I'd probably still be curled up in my bed, crying over something that never was what I wanted it to be anyway. Instead, I think I might be in love. I saw a quote the other day that said "You might as well love someone while you're searching for someone to love." And I did. Being tangled in your arms and in my blankets was enough for me to kick one really bad memory to the curb. Thanks for helping me move on. Thanks for reassuring me of my worth and my beauty. I hope I reassured you of yours.

Love,
Sara