Dear Dean,
I'm sorry to have disappeared on you, but you know my grandmother and she wasted no time in whisking me off to Europe for a proper vacation.
We had sex. You, the first person I've ever been in love with, the first person who ever told me they loved me. You need to know that I regret nothing. You made me feel special all over again. I never slept with Jess, you need to know that also. He was never open enough to talk to me. He didn't like any of my friends or family, while you built me a car, challenged my grandfather, you helped out mom around the house, you tried to help Lane on our double date...you are always thinking of how to be good to me, or at least, that's how I feel. And please know that I love you too, more and more as I appreciate how good you are for me and to me.
This is where it gets complicated. Am I good enough for you? I still feel awful about the way we ended. I forced you to break us up, and it wasn't fair to you. The basket, the dance, that time with Paris and Jess at my house. I wasn't trying to be bad to you, please believe me. Wow, I'm a writer and somehow this letter is just a rambling river of confusion. Sorry.
When I get back, if grandma can stop yelling at hotel staff, we need to meet so I can convey in person what I need to tell you.
Sincerely,
Rory