I knew you a weekend and you still broke my heart. It’s not your fault…it’s mine. I should have known better than to let my guard down so quickly. I should have known I’d get punched in the face. I just didn’t realize you’d punch me harder than Drago punched Creed in Rocky IV (though thankfully, unlike Creed, I’m still alive…it just doesn’t feel that way). I know, odd movie reference right? It was my feeble attempt at humor in this brief letter, part of my MO. This letter just doesn’t lend itself too much in the way of laughter. Actually, that’s all you get.
PS – Seriously, I’d write more but I realized this might actually be a perfect start to an entire book I think I’ll write. It will sell lots of copies. Miramax will buy the movie rights. I’ll be loaded. So from the bottom of my aforementioned broken heart, thanks!
*Great Expectations (1998 version)