The Eighth Letter

Dear,

I had the thought of telling Mike about what I had felt for you a long time ago, but I was scared to tell him. I felt it was a more personal manner, one I need to figure out on my own.

You use to tell me that if there was anything to say to you, to just go ahead and say it. But I cannot do that now, since, you know, you sort of left. What you did is not my fault, but what I never said is mine.

Love, Tom.