i had drinks with a friend from work last night. his mother is on her third husband. he asked if my parents were still together. i said yes. we talked about why it is that people get divorced, even after thirty years of marriage. i asked him if he thinks it’s possible for two people to stay in love forever. he said you have to be best friends.
you guys are best friends. you are an example of what a marriage should be. i didn’t know it, or really appreciate it until now, but you have been teaching me by example all my life how to love someone.
i’m sorry i was such a pain for 18 years. my sister wasn’t like that.
mom - you understand how it is to live in new york, and i love being able to talk to you about that. you worry too much about me though. the subway really is crowded still at midnight. daddy - you really are one of the funniest people i know. you think i laugh too easily, but i don’t care. i love doing the dishes with you while we listen to the radio. i hate it if you get mad at me or raise your voice. you rarely ever do, but when i upset you, i hate it.
i’m far away from you both now, and i miss you. i wish i had realized sooner that it’s fun to hang out with you. it’s too late now, and i hate it. i’m sorry i didn’t appreciate that before.
maybe i have unreal expectations of you, because i don’t think you exist.
if you did exist, you would live in new york city. you would not be a closed-minded southern boy who wonders why i would want to live in such a cold place. you would be ambitious. you would not be afraid of moving anywhere, even a completely foreign country, as long as we were together. you would have blue eyes. or maybe green.
you would party, but not as much as i do. you would keep me in check. you would tell me to study. you would have really defined pecs.
you would hold my hand and rub the top of my head like i was a dog, and it would mess up my hair, but you would only do that when my hair was up and couldn’t be rubbed. but when you do that, it will just remind me of my dad. and i’ll like that part.
you would be waiting for me when i got off work. you would always be down for chipotle. extra sour cream and a lot of cheese. you would make going to the gym a priority, which would drive me crazy because i would want to do something fun with you. not go to the gym.
you would laugh at me for writing this letter.
you would be my best friend.
(Source: haha.nu)
hi.
you know who you are. i think it’s pretty appropriate that the first letter i’m supposed to write is to you. i think i would have done that anyway. you deserve my first letter.
i am a bitch to you a lot but you love me anyway. all my stress and frustration from the day lands on you, but somehow you are never the source of my stress or frustration. (i told you you were one time, but it was a full moon. give me a break.) that seems kind of backwards, but i guess you’re the type of person who can handle it. you’re the one who can make me feel better.
i am jealous of your family, but you know that already too. i didn’t have that growing up, but you kind of brought me into your family and i’ve grown to love them. seeing what you have makes me realize what i never did, and i’m glad i have a pseudo-extended family now. thanks to you.
i love it when you sing. i knew you for months before i ever even knew you could do that.
you dress well. you know what a men’s tissue turtle neck is. enough said.
i think you’re too nice sometimes. you invite everyone to everything, and you hate being rude even to people you don’t like. i know that’s an admirable quality and everything, but it drives me up the wall sometimes. you already know that.
you also already know i love you, but i think that’s a term worth overusing.
i love you.
