Dear Mike,
I'm starting to wonder if you're a figment of my imagination. I've never been so confused and lost in my life. I've never been so hungover on a guy...especially one that has been gone for nearly a year. I can't even figure out why I got so upset over a phone call. I really shouldn't care that you blew me off. If I really look at it we never were just friends. There had always been something hovering between us. I'm not entirely sure what it is...but I felt it. It scared me to the point that I kept you at a distance. I remember the moments at your place...the way you had made me feel. I'm not entirely sure how to describe the sensations that rocked my body and my mind.I remember driving in that really nice car. I remember the other venues we went to together. The looks I caught from you, standing there with your beer bottle in hand. And of course the last night I saw you before you moved back to your home state. Those memories play in my constantly over and over again.
I am not sure where you are tonight. Maybe you're tucked into the warm comforts of your bed...wish I could be there. Or maybe you're on another tour headed to do a load-in. Where ever you're at I'm officially missing you.
This is where the letter ends...
Sweet Dreams
Me
P.S. I would tell this to you directly...except you blocked me from any other communication source
So this is the only way to reach you. These are also letters I wrote you a while ago but never had a chance to give any of them to you.
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