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I still have that letter somewhere.
You made me promise to not tell anyone you wrote it.
So I kept that promise,
I kept it for thirty years.
I’m kinda thinking it’s long enough.

Why was I attracted to you?
It might have been your wildness.
Maybe I’m just a sucker for a sexy girl
with a great body.
Still I know that was only part of it. 
You knew how to flirt.
I thought I was a good flirt,
but I didn’t hold a candle to your skills.

Who would of thought 
I’d meet a girl like you
at badminton of all places.
“Come meet trouble at the YMCA!”
I couldn’t get enough of you
so I kept going to badminton.
The days you weren’t there I was a wreck.
You were my favourite obsession.

You invited me for coffee 
and I gladly joined you.
I hate coffee,
but it tasted better with your bare foot between my legs.
You were fearless and you made no apologies.
You told me what you were thinking.
I was not quite as ready to be so honest.
I guess I was a bit on the shy side.
I think maybe that’s what attracted you to me.

We became temporarily inseparable.
Yep, we did almost everything together.
That wildness of yours rubbed off on me.
But there  was a secret part of you that you kept for him.
Yes there was a him.
He was not expressive or playful like me.
He was actually quite cold. 
Still he had your number.
He had your phone number too.
When he called you came running!
You weren’t really that free spirit I thought you were.

I gave you a choice,
maybe it wasn’t really a choice.
I think your mind had been made up for you.
I think it was your close friend,
she said you would get bored with me.
She said I didn’t have the depth to stimulate you.
You seemed pretty stimulated when we were together.

I guess I had become over confident
after all we had crashed weddings together.
We had danced like maniacs in the centre of King street.
You got a colour blind guy to finger paint you.
My finger prints were all over your body.
It was the first time I had witnessed a rainbow close up.
But it seems he had your heart,
when I said “Him or me”
you chose him.
I’m not one who is willing to share,
I told you “You’re making a mistake”
You said “You’re probably right.”

I have no regrets, 
you were my season of crazy.
If we had stayed together I wouldn’t have my current beautiful life. I met my true love, she makes what we had seem far less.
I didn’t feel that was possible at the time.
You made me something I wasn’t,
Like I was trying on someone else’s clothes.
She makes me feel like I have come home.
Like we knew each other before we met.
Like a big part of me was missing.
She filled in all my puzzle pieces.
It scares me that if you had chose me
I might have missed 30 years of her.
Thankfully she hasn’t been bored.
Every day she has grown more beautiful.
Somehow she makes me feel that way too.

Oh your letter
I packed that away a long time ago.
I haven’t read it since you gave it to me.
In fact I have no idea where it is.
You said “Damn we had a blast” you also told me 
I smelled like lime jello. You asked me not to share the letter.
You also told me that you loved me.
I thought I loved you too.
Maybe I needed to be with you to get ready for true love.
Either way I have no regrets,
the summer of crazy was a blast!
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