Dear Skipper,
This is something that I thought i just had to write, since I, for some apparent reason, can not find a succint way to express what I'm about to say next. you have been my mentor and best friend since I was assigned onto the unit and I found myself looking forward to our interactions with each other, though I was yet to realize or comprehend it since I was engrossed into my relationship with Doris at the time. When that blonde she devil broke my heart, you were there to pick me up off the ground and proverbially 'fix' me. That's when I began to feel strange feelings for you. I tried again and again to deny it. I became less open with you, spent more time in the lab and even tried to get back with Doris. All actions proved fruitless in taking away the attraction. I remember the day that you had confronted me about my strange behavior and I dismissed you and told you I was doing something important. But I didn't mean it. Nothing was more important to me but you. That day, I almost ran after you when I heard that disappointed 'oh..' exit your mouth. Almost.
This is when you started dating Marlene. Oh, how jealous I felt of you two. Oh, how mad I was. Oh, how I was disappointed at myself for thinking awful things for the otherwise sweet girl. She was your type, after all. Quirky, fun, happy, good looking... A girl. Everything that I obviously wasn't... except the good looking part. Anyway, you two were happy with each other, so I was obligated to feel happy for you two, also. Until you asked me permission to propose to her at my birthday dinner in Red Lobster. Of course, me being your friend, I said yes... So you did... And she said yes... And everyone was happy... Except for me. I was devastated. I didn't come out of my lab for weeks, claiming to be working on a big project. I wasn't. I sat there, sulking over my lost love.
Now it's the day before your wedding, and you look so proud and handsome in that suit. i know you will be happy with Marlene for the rest of your life. You two will grow old together and have many memeories. I'm purely happy for you two. That's why I'm making a speech at the reception. But before I do that and seal our divided destinies, I wanted to let you know my feelings for you, so I won't grow old, living off of regrets and 'What ifs'. Please forgive me if this makes uncomfortable. And if you want to kick me off the team, I'd be okay with it. Whatever makes you happy also makes me happy.
Love,
Kowalski
A/N: This is something I decided to write since the idea was bothering me and this is the only thing I had time to write today. My schedule will be packed for a while so any new chapters for my stories will be delayed. But I will probably post short oneshots every other day