The summer we had those Six Flags: Discovery Kingdom season passes was such a good summer. Even though I was planning on leaving you at the end of it and told you so several times. Seeing all those crappy bands and elephants was great. And seeing the flamingo eggs at the beginning of the summer, and then when they were practically grown up and not cute anymore at the end of it – that was, like, symbolic or something. You made me go on roller-coasters for the first time in my life. I loved you and trusted you so much, even though I wasn’t in love with you anymore. If I ever was.
I really think those roller-coasters are the reason I lived through my motorcycle accident, because flipping through the air wasn’t as alarming as it could have been. So I landed pretty relaxed in the middle of that intersection, on that first date with my new bad boy. You visited me in the hospital when he was there too. You were so nice about it. You really are a great friend. And best friends is all we ever should have been. I’m sorry I didn’t break up with you a year before I did so you could get together with your new girlfriend sooner. I’ve always liked her and I know you will ask her to marry you when you turn 30. And I’m happy about that. I bet she’s really nice to you. I bet she never cries in front of you for 2 hours straight or embarrasses you in public. I bet she wants to have kids. I still have baggage from us that I’m dealing with. Sometimes I want to yell at you, but I know you will just cry and take away the fun. I know you were doing your best with your low libido and my high anxiety. You tried so hard to make me happy. I am now.