Dear Sarah,
I've been trying to write this letter for a while. The kind you said you'd never received. The kind I've been working on my whole life. I remember being 13 years old, sitting in my room all night, listening to the same song over and over. I thought that if I could write something beautiful, something honest, maybe I could make someone love me. I've taken a lot for granted. I never tried too hard. I've always avoided responsibility. I came here because I was running away. I wanted to be alive. Instead, I met you. I met you, and you weren't taking anything for granted. I hope you got all the moments you deserve. I hope you go back to New York and sit in the Met in the room with the paintings of the Hudson River. And I hope when you do, you take Lucy with you because I know she would love it.
I'm sorry if I've made your life more complicated. I'm sorry for a lot of things but most of all, I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you no matter what happens next, I'll never be anything but grateful for every moment I spent with you. And even though I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say was thank you.
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The kind of friendship I'd love to have. The kind of letter I would want to get. The kind of ending I would want to have. And I will have it, someday in the future.
*Watch "In the Land of Women". It's not bad.
Well, cheers to 2009.
Happy New Year!
