Dear Nicholas,

It seems so formal writing your full name, and maybe that’s why I chose to write it that way. You’re probably wondering why I’ve wrote you this letter. Or why I’m even reaching out to you after it’s been so long. And hopefully you’re not freaking out that I still have your address taped to the inside of my kitchen cabinet. It’s just that I’m bad at keeping tidy. You know I’ve always been a mess. Anyways, I’ve been thinking of you recently. I don’t know why, I guess it’s just weird to see how relationships change overtime. It happens so slowly that you can’t even pinpoint when it started to change.

I felt like we had this spark when we first met, like “this person really gets me” kind of thing. I enjoyed meeting you at the farmers market on Sundays to get our classic cinnamon raisin bagels (everything bagels if we were running late), then breaking out the cream cheese and smoked salmon from the local grocery store. We’d just sit there at the picnic table, watching all the different kinds of dogs and talking about life.

And now it’s been almost a year since we’ve spoken to each other. I know I was stressed out with my first office job, and maybe you were stressed out too. I know you had your thing going on with your family, and how hard it all was for you. Maybe with life going on, waking up early on Sunday mornings was just too much to ask of us.

I don’t know if I feel sad looking back on it. I’m pretty happy, actually, at the moment. With my new roommate and everything, I think I’m finally settling in. We were both going through a lot. Maybe it’s unconventional, but it’s hard to support someone when you’re both going through it. Maybe, in a way, this is a happy ending for the both of us.

Gratefully,

Anna