Dear Anne:
I can't keep this to myself anymore. And sorry about my handwriting! I'm always on my laptop so I'm a bit rusty :P Forget I even said that. I really need to get in touch with you, speak with you in person. Texting or emailing would not cut it, because you seriously have pierced my soul. Kinda like getting a vaccination where it hurts, but it's really good for you. That pain fills me every time I look at you, reminding me of the awfulness of our separation but also the hope that stirs in me when you meet my gaze.
I hope this letter does not come too late. Since we crossed paths again after not seeing one another for years, it's my wish that despite our separation your feelings would not be completely gone. I seriously hope some other dude hasn't caught your fancy. That would suck. Anyway, I am putting myself forward, setting a heart in your hands that is even more yours than it was when you broke it nearly nine years ago. It beats for you, girl, more than you could ever know.
Guys don't forget a woman so easily. We don't erase her presence from our lives, our thoughts just like that. Don't think that our—that my—love can be so easily tossed aside to die, that it fades faster than a poinsettia in the cold of winter. No, no! That's false! I have only ever loved you! Yes, I may have been unjust and weak and a little bit—no, a lot of bit—resentful about your decision to end our relationship, but I was never inconstant.
You're the only reason I'm here. My thoughts, my eyes, my heart turn only to you. Can't you see that? Isn't it obvious? Maybe I've failed. Maybe my desire to be noticed by you again has been fruitless. It was around ten days ago that I swore I could read your thoughts and feelings. We are connected, and I am almost certain that you're similarly afflicted. And it kills me to be writing this while I can hear you telling our friend that men do not forget so easily great love. Do you speak of me? Argh! Just tell it to my face, Anne! The tone of your voice, the earnest tilt of your head and gestures of your hands—these are things I understand! I can read you like a book when no one else can.
You are amazing and wonderful! And your blanket statement about men being as constant as women does us justice. I am honored to love as a woman does, to be her equal in earnestness and constancy despite the travails and fickleness of our hearts.
Please believe me to be sincere in my confession and focused only on you.
Forever and always yours,
Fred
PS – One look, even the poo emoji, will be enough to tell me whether or not I should enter your life once again.