Dear_____
I hope this letter finds you well. I'm writing to say thank you-- thank you deeply, for everything you do. I know our last parting was-- can we say unlovely? Unpleasant, for everyone, if only you and I noticed? Oh, I know it wasn't all your fault, and it wasn't all mine, really, though you may be more in a hurry to assign blame than me, so who knows?
But please hear me: I am so very grateful for every thing you do, really. Look, I know you tried your best to steer me toward your expectations, and though I am reluctant for the bit and bridle I tried, you know, for the greater good. I thought we all had that in mind, didn't we? I was surprised as you were when I found myself in a corner. Mercy, am I glad we got out of that without more bloodshed.
But that's all water under the bridge, I hope? You do so much good, and I have so much to offer. Let's be friends, can we? Because otherwise the fate is too terrible to contemplate-- we both still have to live here, after all. And don't we love it here? Can we agree to love it here? Isn't this quest for acquiescence and mutuality what brought us here in the first place?
Oh, our fallout was quiet, but let us be loud for once: WE FUCKED THIS UP, but now we're trying to be better. I'm sorry, my friend: can you afford to be loud? I sure as hell can, in fact I can afford little else. I don't have much time left.
Warmly,
JX
But please hear me: I am so very grateful for every thing you do, really. Look, I know you tried your best to steer me toward your expectations, and though I am reluctant for the bit and bridle I tried, you know, for the greater good. I thought we all had that in mind, didn't we? I was surprised as you were when I found myself in a corner. Mercy, am I glad we got out of that without more bloodshed.
But that's all water under the bridge, I hope? You do so much good, and I have so much to offer. Let's be friends, can we? Because otherwise the fate is too terrible to contemplate-- we both still have to live here, after all. And don't we love it here? Can we agree to love it here? Isn't this quest for acquiescence and mutuality what brought us here in the first place?
Oh, our fallout was quiet, but let us be loud for once: WE FUCKED THIS UP, but now we're trying to be better. I'm sorry, my friend: can you afford to be loud? I sure as hell can, in fact I can afford little else. I don't have much time left.
Warmly,
JX