To the One That Got Away, You're married now and have a kid. And I'm truly happy for you, I am. Because deep down I know we wouldn't have worked. Despite having passion, despite loving each other, despite "getting each other," despite making each other laugh, there was always something missing. Something that felt not right. It doesn't make sense. I know. And that video M. took of us, secretly, of us, slow dancing together is the sweetest, most adorable thing. I can see how much you love me in that video and it makes me happy and broken-hearted whenever I watch it. And I understand why you don't talk to me anymore. If I was your wife, I would feel the same way. But that doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt. It doesn't mean that I don't desperately miss my friend. For years, I've known you are my favorite person. For years, I've known how special you are. I remember the first time I saw you. I was Il years old. You were 13 and performing in a play. You were beautiful and hilarious and it was the real first obsession for me, even if it only lasted one night. I've always known how wonderful you are and I know so many others have told you that because you are. But I miss my friend. I love you. I hope someday maybe we will speak again.