Things Have a Way of Working Out for the Best

Dear P,

I hope this finds you well.

I wish things had been different and that I hadn’t spent the last 30 years pining over you. In fact, there’s a part of me that wishes I’d never met you at all. I suppose things have a way of working out for the best though, and I’d imagine that if we’d ended up together, I’d probably never have trusted you, knowing what I know. 

I do wish though, that you hadn’t settled for that overly-jealous harpy. I feel bad that you haven’t gotten laid in years. Well, sort of. Kind of. Not really. There’s a small part of me that wishes you’d reach out again though, just so I could tell you to…

Fuck all the way off forever,
Me