Dear you,

It's like this.

You came into my world, and you changed it, and I didn't much care for that, let me tell you. But now that it's happened, I'd like it even less if things went back to how they were, you know?

Anyway, it's a mess, which is actually pretty okay with me, since my life has always been pretty messy. It's different for you I suppose, but I can't help that.

Still, I get the feeling that maybe you wouldn't change things, either, not even if a fairy godmother popped up right now and offered to take it all away, to take you away from all of it…all of us. As much as you might not want to admit it, you fit here now, even if you didn't at first. Your place is here, and mine is to.

And so that's why I'm wondering, if this is your place and my place, does it mean that maybe it's our place?

And if we have a place, does that mean that we share other things, too? Besides family members, I mean. I honestly try not to think too much about that.

Maybe there are other things between us, things meant for the both of us that we've been ignoring. Maybe we just need to look at ourselves from a new angle, now that we've got new lives.

But, hey, what do I know? I'm just sitting here, talking to myself, writing a letter that will never be read.

Love,

Sincerely,

From,

Me